There are days when I feel like
Running into the office of the Almighty
And holding up a list and saying,
“You see?? These are all of the things
I don’t know how to do,
All of the answers
I don’t have,
All of my inadequacies and insecurities!”
And, in my mind, I would stand shoulders-back and
Look at God assuredly for
I know these lists intimately well.
Wait. Did I say, “feel like”
At the beginning?
Because that’s basically what I do in prayer.
Frequently.
.
.
.
And then God doesn’t even look at my list.
He looks at me.
This is a distinct difference,
For God would never define me by
Those things I insistently determine to list.
He looks at me.
He knows my weaknesses better than I do, even.
But, nothing can stop Love.
And distances don’t bother Him.
And ignorances can’t stop Him.
And insufficiencies are His specialty.
“Come here, my child,”
He says,
“For, I love you with a love ocean-deep to drown
All of your ink-stained lists.
Come.
Come and rest.”
…
Beautiful.