my prayer

My prayer

Well, God, if I live a few years on this earth and have to give up “comfort” it’s ok. And if I can’t get to always feel like I’m in charge or even that I know what I’m doing, I’m ok. And if I get persecuted for being who you call me to be, and people get downright nasty, It’s ok. And if I Never get to live out the “American Dream” and have an impeccable husband, and impeccable house, and impeccable minivan, and impeccable kids, I’m ok. And if I spend my whole life in weird shadows in unglamorous places and never really get recognized, it’s ok.. If I don’t do the traditional “ministry” and fit into a typical position, it’s ok.

But God, please be with me, Please be behind me and in me and through me. Let me at least know that you are guiding me, and that you will see me through. When men fail me, and they will I want you God. May I run to you and into your arms and throw myself at you day in and day out. May you really really be my solace, my strength, my strong tower and my comforter, my guide, my Lord, my love, my joy.

God, when it’s all said and done and my life has been poured out unto completion – may you be glorified! May it be a sweet smelling offering to you and my you say, “Well done good and faithful servant. Now come and enter my rest.”

This is my prayer.