Monday, December 23, 2013

Constant prayer

I may have written this before, but no matter.
On this day, as I wait with fear and trembling and more than a little pain and discomfort, these words are exactly what I have prayed over and over and over in this season. Advent.
For Him to come.
For whatever He will do.
For whatever He asks ME to do (or NOT to do).
For me to simply hold on and be His.
I have prayed it so many times you'd think I'd know it by heart.
I don't, but the words are--truly!--written in my soul.

This is my prayer:
(It's The Methodist Covenant Prayer)

I am no longer my own, but Thine,
Put me to what Thou wilt,
     rank me with what Thou wilt;
put me to doing, put me to suffering;
let me be employed for Thee;
     or laid aside for Thee;
let me be full, let me be empty;
let me have all things,
     let me have nothing;
I freely and heartily yield all things
     to Thy pleasure and disposal.

And now, O glorious and blessed God,
     Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
Thou art mine and I am Thine.
      So be it.
And the covenant
      which I have made on earth,
      let it be ratified in heaven.