I am a sojourner with You… a guest.
Hmmm. Often I am tempted to think that each day belongs to me. That I am the master of my moments.
Do you ever feel that way too?
Other times I get caught up dealing primarily with the urgent, and afterward find myself reeling to regain balance in the quiet between storms. Sometimes, when things are difficult, I cope my way through; waking up when they are over, exhausted. Those days…
When I am there, I can’t help feeling the futility of this way of life. I cry out…
“O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!”
Remind me again how all of life is just a breath, a shadow. the turmoil is but for a moment.
Remind me that You have made my days… that You are the Master of them.
I close my mouth. I look to You. I wait.
“And now, O Lord, for what do I wait?
My hope is in You.”
All that I have is Yours.
My time, all that is precious to me, is Yours.
I am a sojourner here. a guest.
Give me strength to hold my peace,
to wait for You, the Giver,
In whom is all my hope.
To please You is my sole desire.
Please, Lord make it so.
My hope is in You.