Ready for More

Lord, I’m here. I invite your instruction, your insight, your command.

You’re distracted.

Yes. I’m in a noisy place. Can we still talk?

Yes. You just won’t get as far with it. How you were praying and recording last night was optimal.

I understand. Should I use this time another way?

It’s up to you.

So, I “put it out there” with my dad last night about teaming up for your glory. I recall you had said that at least I would know. It sounds like he’s open to it, and is even interested in it. However, it would depend upon when his current project concludes and whether that project is financially rewarding.

How do you feel about that?

I don’t know. I mean, his support could make it possible for me to focus my time more fully on you. But I get the sense that I should not depend upon it.

That’s appropriate.

“Appropriate”. Is there something behind that word?

Yes. Your truth is that you are hopeful, but fearful. You’re fearful of hoping.

Oh Lord, you’re right. That’s a terrible thing. Fearful of hope? What is the right perspective?

Trust in me, not your father. If my plan for his life is to intersect with yours in this way, then it will happen. Otherwise my will is not in it. Trust in that.

Can you tell me whether his project will complete successfully?

I will not. You continue to ask me questions of that sort, but that is not your role for me.

That’s disappointing. I’d love to have glimpses into things to come. But I trust that your will for me is what is right for you, and that is fine with me, whatever it is. You gave me life; you gave me freedom to choose you; you gave me mercy and grace I did not deserve; and now you are actively involved in my life. I can not… will not… ask for anything more, because you’ve already given so much.

Then you are ready for more.

What? What do you mean?

You will find out. You will be given power and responsibility. Remember that it is mine to give, and to take away.

I don’t know whether to be nervous or excited. I guess I’m both.

Be expectant. Then trust in me.

Yes, Lord… it’s just amazing to me how these discussions go. I mean, I hardly ever know where the dialog is going.

That’s a good thing. That should reassure you that this is not of your “creative” design.

I have to get back to work. Thank you Lord. Let’s talk more tonight.

Yes, let’s.