Thy Will Be Done
My eyes fail, looking for my God ~Psalm 69 I have been on a spiritual retreat for over 40 days. Toward the end of it and until now, I have been asking: what is the next right thing to do? Where do I go from here? I pray for orientation. Sometimes I get promptings that are crystal clear about what I should do. Other times a gentle rush of peace moves into a place that was previously dark and painful, a blessing in the form of knowing I am at the right place doing the right thing, even if most of the time I'm not doing anything at all. These are magic moments. And I am grateful for them. Other times I am just plain lost. I pray or meditate, read the Bible and ask for signs... Nothing. I willingly surrender my will to God's and sit patiently like a blank sheet of paper waiting for him to write His message on my mind and heart... Crickets... I think of David and Job and Jeremiah and Jesus, all of whom felt forsaken by God and left in a desola...