She brought her petition before the
committee. She had a dream, a vision and a need. They had the
manpower and the resources. They listened intently as she laid out
her plans before them. She had cast a vision and they had caught it
but now they needed something more. They needed to know that she was
competent for the task and able to carry it out. But when we come to
God in prayer these are not the things he requires.
I left that meeting and went to another
meeting. Here I encountered another woman. This one came with broken
dreams and a broken heart. Those who came to this meeting gathered
around her entering into her pain, and hurt, and fears. We came
together to present these needs before our heavenly Father.
In the presence of perfect love there
is permission to be broken. You do not need to have the answers before
you come. Sometimes the burdens that bring us to a place of prayer
are so heavy that we are brought to our knees. We come wanting to
believe but the sorrows that confront us also expose the weakness of
our faith and the strength of our fears. Even so we are invited to
come to God in prayer.
We kneel together in silence. No words
are necessary. We wait together letting the light of the world shine
into the deepest recesses of our hearts. It is here in the presence
of the love of God that we have the freedom to admit that there is
fear in our hearts for those we love, we acknowledge that we do not
have the answers to the questions that haunt us. Positioned before
the throne of mercy, we speak the truth that is in our hearts. We lack
faith to believe that the concerns that are crushing us have a
solution and so we pray, “Lord, we believe. Help our unbelief.”
Lord, I have dreams. I want to be so
much more than what I am, yet when I come to you I am invited to come
just as I am. In the presence of perfect love I have no shame. All of
my inadequacies are exposed. I find in your presence the freedom to
humbly ask for faith and freedom from fear. In the presence of
perfect love I find a peace that passes understanding.
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