Not my will...every day...
I don't like that.
It rubs me the wrong way. I'd rather do things my way. I think I'm smarter and I've got a handle on things.
Until of course - everything falls apart. Then, God, if you could kindly step in and fix this mess. Oh, and be quick about it.
How often do I do this? Some days, every minute, it seems. Other days, I get a little closer (not a lot, but a little) to where I'm supposed to be in giving all to God. I inch forward and fall back a foot.
You remember Sisyphus, right? He's the guy he had to perpetually push a rock up a hill. He thought he was the best, the smartest...thought he had it all figured out. And look where it got him.
God wants to pick up the rock for us. He wants to say, "Here, my burden is much easier, and my yoke is a lot lighter than that stupid rock you're trying to shove up hill. Let me have it, and take what I'm offering."
We don't, most of the time. We keep putting our shoulder into that damn boulder and grit our teeth and put everything we have into it....and it falls right back.
God is patient. He'll wait. He won't jump in and do it without our invitation though. We have to assent - the pesky free will thing.
Today, am I going to keep trying to move that damn boulder up the hill, or will I choose God's burden and yoke? Will it be my will or His?
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