The nights are dark and long these days
I try to sleep through but something nudges me, wakens me
Then the voices of discouragement
Voices of fear, inadequacy
And my sleep is over but it is still long dark
There is a sweet strong Presence there as well
Making these days and nights a treasure
An assurance that no matter how much it hurts
That You are at work in the night hours
As much as you are in these days
When I can see and when I can’t
You are showing me my limits
so that I can understand that You are limitless
You are showing me my inadequacy
so that I can surrender and You can build your Church
So that I don’t build some cheap, impotent imitation
You may allow me to fail . . . if that’s what it takes
For me to learn these sacred lessons
You may humiliate me if my pride requires
At some deep level, I am okay with that
Because I trust You
Because I know that all things work together
For Your Glory and for my good.
Thanks . . .
Karl
* I wrote this around 2010, contemplating an end to my pastoral years with the Wesleyan Church.
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