I nearly choked on those words yesterday as I prayed them over a friend. The magnitude of what I actually was praying got caught in my throat.
“Thy Will be Done”
Matthew 6: 7-13 from the Message;
7-13″The world is full of so-called prayer warriors who are prayer-ignorant. They’re full of formulas and programs and advice, peddling techniques for getting what you want from God. Don’t fall for that nonsense. This is your Father you are dealing with, and he knows better than you what you need. With a God like this loving you, you can pray very simply. Like this:
Our Father in heaven,
Reveal who you are.
Set the world right;
Do what’s best— as above, so below.
Keep us alive with three square meals.
Keep us forgiven with you and forgiving others.
Keep us safe from ourselves and the Devil.
You’re in charge!
You can do anything you want!
You’re ablaze in beauty!
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Can I pray like that? We often think of this model of prayer as rote and and old church liturgy. As those words came spilling out of my mouth I realized what I was saying. His will, not mine, not the one whom I was praying over, but His. And what if His will hurts? Will the pruning shears He brings cut so deep I can’t bare the site once He’s done.
Last night as I humbled myself before Him in prayer I asked Him once again; Your will be done, not mine. Never mine. I know my God is Sovereign, I cling to the truth that nothing happens in our lives that doesn’t first flow through His fingers. And as God in His wisdom pointed to Job and said to Satan… do you see my man Job there… so too we must realize that God would NEVER allow something in our lives as a body or as an individual that He would not turn for His good, just as he did in the life of Job.
Thy will be done is a tough pill to swallow. It’s taste can be bitter as it hits the sides of our throats as we allow it to go down. But just like much needed medicine in time of an infection, we must humble our spirits, lift our heads to God almighty, open our mouths and say: “Thy will be done” Do what’s best for your kingdom, for your people.
Will you join me?
Yes, my friend, HIS will be done. It may indeed be a bitter pill, we may not be able to glance at the vines once the pruning is done. But be of glad heart, for the vines will spill forth a new beaty, a new flower that perhaps the world has never seen before.
Then God Laughed.
I hear you Sweetie! I am praying for His will as well.