Let Me

Whispers from God. Don't you love them? I know I do. This past year has been full of them, if I quiet my anxious heart long enough to listen. Sometimes it's obvious what He's saying. Trust me. Go here. Do this. Love her. Other times I have a hard time figuring out the message I'm supposed to be getting. I usually know the message I want to hear, but I've discovered, and I'm sure you have too, that God doesn't play by our rules (thank goodness). Lately I've been listening to the song "Beyond Words" by Tenth Avenue North often. My favorite lines are God speaking, saying, "Let me wrap my arms around you, let me take your breath away." Gives me goosebumps every time I hear it. Who doesn't want to be held, captivated, amazed at Someone so powerful, so truly awe-some? Better yet, to be completely unworthy and yet receive the promises all the same? "Let ME." That's the God-whisper I've been hearing and loving lately. Sometimes He fills in the blank at the end, "Let me comfort you. Let me be your strength. Let me take your cares." Sometimes it's more important that I only hear those first two words. Sure, I would like to know the rest, to know what He's going to do, but I'm learning that "Let me" is enough, even if I have no idea how the sentence could end. I know the gist of this is the same as saying "trust God" or "believe God," but to me, the visual in "let God" is so much more powerful. Because to let Him, I have to un-let myself. I have to let go of my grip on my situation. How often do we want His miracle, His solutions, but not His working? We want the end result from Him, but we think we should probably keep the reigns for the process, because who knows what He's going to do? He won't demand that we give it up; it's our choice. He'll let us struggle as long as we will in our stubbornness. But He'll be right there the whole time, whispering, "Let me. Let me, my child, let me."