Sometimes it is a desperate shout. At others, a resigned mumble, a plea to be recognised amidst the fear that God’s attention is being directed at others more deserving than ourselves. That the problems which consume the very nature of our own humanity are insignificant compared to those that God directs His attention.
“Aloe, it’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet.” (to borrow from the Adele hit of 2015.) Is a heartfelt cry!
Aloe, it’s me! The battle to be seen in the crowd. When we think that we know best and try to beseech God to adhere to our wants and wishes. We seek to identify with a concept that says our needs are more important than His.
We exist entirely as His creation. And therein lies the conundrum. The battle that has been fought for centuries in an effort to find some price that we can pay as a guarantee for our existence even when we know that it is just not possible. Something that will allow us to break from the shackles of total reliance on Him!
Yet, at the same time our cry of “Aloe it’s me” drowns out the very whispers from the wilderness that we rely on for instruction.
The price was His to pay and has been paid. In Full!
Whether we gather to pray in groups or in isolation, the prayers should be centred on Him. It is our wilderness and His whisper. May your prayer, praise and worship focus entirely on Him in the week ahead as you seek His guidance.