I’m overwhelmed in anticipation.
I do not wish time away, yet I am afraid.
It’s going to be a long week. A tough one.
Your psalmist tells me to walk in your ways, he says you will illumine my path,
he prays that the words of his mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you.
If this is what I must do than I have already failed.
So I will stop praying for you to get me through the week.
I don’t want to just get through.
Jesus tells me that I should knock and the door shall be opened, that I should seek and it will be found.
Then here it is: surprise the hell out of me.
Transcend my expectations.
I pray people act in unpredictably positive ways.
Fill me with overwhelming gratitude.
I want to pound my feelings of inadequacy off my boots like hardened clay.
I don’t just want “nice” I want real. I want open.
If it can be done, you can do it.
Do not get me through this week, transform it.
I’m knocking. Maybe a little too aggressively, but there it is.
How it is done, I leave up to you.
As for me, I will open my eyes wider, wear my heart on my sleeve, and pray, Jesus, pray to not be disappointed.
Thanks be to God, Amen.