My 10 month old granddaughter points and says, "Dom" or any number of consonant and vowel combinations and I'm challenged to ascertain the meaning attached to a language I don't understand. Does she want her "silky" or the doughnut stacky toy? Is it snuggle time? Time for another board book? Does she want to watch Curious George? Is she trying to give me help with technology? (Yes, she can probably navigate my new iPhone better than I.) Perhaps she wants to look at the photos and videos of her on my phone again. Is she calling out for her "Auntie Boo" or trying to ask for Cheerios? Is she longing for another trip to the playground? I assure you, I want to meet her need. I do my very best at deciphering her precious little wishes and fulfilling them.
Another voice beckons me. Sometimes through a still small whispering to my heart and mind. Often spoken boldly through printed words on a page. A call to come and sit for awhile. To bask in His sweet love...a love that never fails, one that overwhelms and satisfies. To yield to the summons to heed His instruction, to follow His plan, His purpose. A command to arise and do the thing before me. In His power. Without fear. Clinging to the reminder that even when I fall, He never gives up on me. This time the language is like my own...only finer and more beautiful and perfectly uttered. How I pray to seek understanding as eagerly as that of my precious sparkly-eyed toddling beauty and my feeble old doggy. To act promptly to fulfill the request, and to delight in the act of service.
Father, thank You for desiring us. Thank You for Your unfailing love for us. Thank You for calling us to be a part of Your plan. Help us to arise and do the thing, living totally abandoned to You.