I’ve been calling out to You, Lord.
And you keep answering.
But, Lord, may I ask of you one more thing?
Restore unto me, the joy of my salvation.
Because, it’s missing. And I feel like I’m chasing it down like a one woman army, lately.
But life is like that – one moment I’m sure of my place within my days and the next morning I plant my feet on the floor and feel the whole thing shift. I know that You won’t leave me or forsake me in this place where I feel unsure, unsteady. I also know that You will be there to catch me and put me back on my feet.
You are the surety to my movements.
But, it’s in the calling out for You that I am most surprised, these days. Just the seeming need to blurt out, “I need You, God! I don’t even know why or what for. Please! Be near!”
I feel much like a toddler who has discovered the word “Dada” and has seen the effect speaking this word has on The Hearer. I keep calling it out, over and over. Because, for reasons I can’t fathom, and am not sure I’m ready to at the moment, I am needing my Father in that way.
So, I will continue to lean on You, Abba, and claim it as gift that You answer when I call.
I choose to trust in the reassurance I find in Psalm 143:8,
“In the morning let me hear about your faithful love, because I’ve put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should live, because I trust you with my life.”
And You will.
Because, You do.
I will be restored because I believe you are The God of Restoration. Anytime the world swirls, my head spins, or my legs sway, You are there – sure, steady, and strong.
Ready to restore:
I want it all.
I need it all.
May I pray that for you, too, Friend?