Father, in the stillness of the morning I am reminded of your great love for me. I get caught up in always doing what I think will please you yet not truly knowing if I am. I am fearful of doing this life thing wrong, of getting to the end realizing I missed the point entirely, full of regret.
How do I rest in You, relying on Your voice leading me? How can I be sure it’s Your voice I hear and not my own?
If I’m in a crowded room, straining to hear the voice of one speaking to me, what do I do? I seek to take the conversation somewhere quiet, where I can hear clearly.
Even in my time with You, good things – devotionals, commentary, pretty memes (others’ voices) – can obscure Your whisper. Draw me to Your voice, Your Word alone. May I follow. May I discipline myself to shut out the background – to leave the room – so I can hear Your voice clearly.
Because without it, I’m a lost sheep.