We all stood up, raised our hands and prayed. When I got to the part about “Thy will
be done” I doubted my sincerity.
Somewhere in the back of my head lurked the nagging question…did I
really mean it? What if God wants
me to be a martyr, possibility boiled in oil…or a Mother Teresa and live a life
of poverty. Frankly, I enjoy my
soft cushy life, my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, my Mac and cheese. I don’t want to give that up. It is hard to imagine living in some
third world country and starving. I
kinda feel guilty about all of my blessings. I did nothing to deserve
any of the wonderful gifts that I have been given, but believe me, I am
definitely thankful.
Thank you Lord for all You give.
With joy and peace I’ll try to live.
Give me strength to do Your will.
Even if it is a bitter pill.
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