With all thine heart.
Oh. . .
And lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge Him.
Everything? No give.
And He shall direct thy paths.
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The words repeated themselves in my mind countless times over the next few hours. Faces, memories pressed themselves upon my mind as I felt the burden of their thirst--their thirst for something satisfying.
But then. . .
Trust. When I feel like the situation is so urgent?
In the Lord. When a soul in weighing in the balances, and I want to choose the outcome?
With all thine heart. When I feel like you're holding me back?
And lean not unto thine own understanding. When being quiet and letting go is going against what I think would be good?
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:
So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree: and it shall be to the LORD for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off."
Just to forget my grand plans . . .
To simply be His instrument . . .
To. trust. Him.