It’s me again.
I haven’t spoken with you in a while…at least not a real conversation.
Sure I’ve asked for you help with things, or I prayed for others, but I haven’t sat down…you and me in a while. I need to start doing that again.
Sometimes I think you’ve picked the wrong girl. How can I be one of your chosen few to have a vocation to the religious life? I’m defiled. A sinner. Unworthy. I know I say that over and over, but it’s so true. Surely you’d want someone who is more prayerful. More disciplined. More obedient. More…put together. Certainly you’ve made a mistake?
A mistake…that’s right, you don’t make any mistakes. You’ve had this planned all along. You knew, even before I was born what my life would entail. I really have to work on this surrendering and trust thing. After all, you know whats best for me, better than I do.
God, I don’t thank you enough. Most times I complain about this or that, but really, I am blessed. I could be so much worse off than I am and often times I take for granted all that I do have and all that I’ve been through. I know that everything happens for a reason…and everything is a part of your master plan – including the not so good that we do to ourselves. You may not have orchestrated the bad decisions and such that we go through, but you certainly know the outcome and use the right people to get us through.
Sigh.
I want to spend more time with you. More time in your word. More time in adoration. I just want more of you. I need to stop ignoring you. I know you are stirring inside my soul and I’ve been “ignoring” you.
It’s probably not a good thing to ignore God.
I will say that I will vow to spend more time in prayer, in scripture, in adoration…but you know how I’ve said that in the past and have failed. Help me to keep focused on you, and not on the world. Discipline. I really need some.
I love you. I thank you. I stand in awe of you…always. You are so much bigger than little old me, and I’m humbled that you have me written in the palm of your hand.