And so I cast aside this idea that I must do it all because how else will it get done? And I pile all my papers on His desk, put the pen in His Hand, and I avert my eyes, still afraid of leaving this burden, still afraid of leaving myself. And yet, I find that I am more afraid, a holy fear, of walking in disobedience, of not surrendering this body He has given me. And instead of turning to scribble on those things that I feel desperately need to get done, He takes His pen. He writes on my heart.
This is a holy and living sacrifice -- the kind I find acceptable. This is your spiritual act of worship.
Laying down burdens, laying down this tangible, physical self, that is run down, run out, run away. To pause when He says pause, to run when He says run, to stop when He says stop, to lay down when He says rest.
Do not be conformed any longer to the pattern of this world.
And so I...slow down, sit down, let my eyes fill with heaviness, and I give into the antithesis of the pace of this world. And as I pull out of the recesses of my mind, the prayers that I have promised to pray, the thoughts I have promised to think, as these eyes grow heavy, I hear Him clearly...this IS your spiritual act of worship. And I am blanketed by His grace, His provision, by His love.
Let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think.
If only I had stopped before...I think. If only I had stopped before, I would not have neglected this meeting with You. Some days I think I've got it, but it is in that moment that I think I have it, that I realized I have lost it all yet again. Change me from the inside out, Lord, that it is not my thought patterns that get my through, but your thought patterns that every day compel me to worship, that seek the greatness of You, that relies on You, that perpetuates a relationship with You. Oh, Jesus. Less of me. More of You.
Then you will know God's will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.
Let me know, Lord. As each moment of the day comes, let me know how to walk with You. Not ahead of you. Not two steps behind. Not in a different direction. Let me be glued to your side so that I may be fully grafted into Your will for me. May I, in each and every day, taste the freedom that You offer.
Every single day.
Italics taken from Romans 12: 1-2
Linking with Kim for Imperfect Prose, Tracey for Winsome Wednesday, and Jennifer for God Bumps.