Isaiah 55: 10-11
For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return there until they have watered the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and succeed in the thing for which I sent it.
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Most days my prayer involves something to the effect of: "Lord, don't let me get in your way." My preference, of course, is that I am on that way and not in the way. I trust that God, miraculously, can work through the weeds of my cluttered life. I know that most days feel like the best I can offer God is a few less of my obstacles that the Gospel has to work around. At the end of the day, I cannot point to my accomplishments on my own behalf or God's, but I can pluck a string God placed in my soul that vibrates with the sound of trust in the one who can accomplish His purposes. And the sound is a song that gives your life and mine a purpose bigger than ourselves and an invitation to a victory dance for no other purpose than God can't imagine the party without us.
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Start the music, Lord, and I will tap my feet. Amen.