where waves grow sweet

Several months back, God spoke to me that His will is stronger than mine. It wasn’t a challenge, as it might have seemed at other points in my life. Instead, it was an invitation to rest in the strength of another. Like a child who wants to feel the safety of boundaries; to know she is not in charge and cannot wrap authority around her will through intimidation, manipulation or sheer persistence. Because something deep inside knows she was not meant to bear the responsibility of calling the shots; that indeed she is lacking in the wisdom required – the understanding that stretches beyond self.

I have often revisited this revelation when my soul is pushing hard for its agenda and believes it to be pure and right. When I feel as though I must get my way because my wants are strong. And, further, that I can get my way because my will is strong. It’s not that my desires are evil or my will is corrupt; but that they are incapable of bringing about the life I’m seeking without passing through the wisdom of the Spirit.

Like a child, who has pleaded for her desires with the most earnest emotions and arguments, chooses to yield to the answer of her parent – not because she necessarily agrees, but because she perceives the perfect love, strength and understanding from which it is derived. It is from this beautifully yielded place of trust that she can rest from the weight of decision. And there she will find all she has ever been seeking.

“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:9