Lord, how did I get so busy? Iím blazing through life at light
speed. Away from You. Iíve become too occupied, it seems,...
to begin each day rejoicing in Your presence.
to put on the brakes long enough to share Your love
to seek a quiet midday retreat to tell You how much I love You.
to take a personal interest in helping a brother or sister grow
Has the activity of the Christian life overshadowed the
serenity of Christ Himself?
Has pressure replaced prayer, instead of prompting it?
Have I substituted workload for wisdom?
Could it be that Iím too busy teaching to learn? Passing others
by too quickly to take their extended hand?
Instead of mounting up with wings like an eagle, am I content
to be a squawking chicken, shuffling aimlessly in a cloud of dust?
Instead of being still and knowing You are God, Iím moving too
fast to know who God is.
How long it has been since I let You lead me beside the still
I seem to prefer instead the neurotic navigation of relentless
If I could only stop hacking at lifeís overgrown weeds long
Iíd notice the cool patch of green youíve prepared for me.
The burning pace I keep has made me thirsty for your peace. And
there Youíve stood all along, Your cup overflowing with
And why do I refuse to dwell in Your Word?
Oh, how I need to take it in like the life-giving nutrient that
Swallowing every word. Digesting every truth. So that my life
will bear the shining fruit of the Master.
Forgive me Lord, for worshipping You only when I can fit You
in. I keep forgetting, Iím the one who fits into Your plan, Your
schedule. I need a vacation with You. Alone. At The Open Arms Inn.
So here I am. One saint checking in, weary and confused.
Desperately in need of his Creatorís loving embrace. And quiet
encouragement. Do You have something by the still waters? I knew