Sometimes, under conviction, I pray, “Thy will be done,”
not fully comprehending my words.
And then the answer comes: “My will is already accomplished;
you have but to obey. Give everything up for Me.”
Like the rich young ruler, I am
sorrowful.
Yet, despite my misgivings, I squeeze my eyes shut and
open my clenched hand. Only God gives the strength
to keep from tightening my grip once again.
I mourn the agonizing loss until I open my eyes and see,
for the very first time—
God has prepared for me treasures of unimagined beauty.
The things I once tightly grasped are revealed for the broken baubles
and mere imitations that they are.
They repel me as though they were the very fires of Hell.
My “sacrifice” now seems only reasonable; my sorrow has become
foolishness.
Now I pray with confidence, “Not my will; Thine is best.”
And finally, I experience that which I sought in all my wandering from God:
peace.
Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness. ~Isaiah 55:1-2
