Sometimes I just wish that you gave a list
For how to do all of this.
But then I remember that isn’t your nature.
Rules are a human way of trying to right our wrongs.
You set an example.
You tell stories- visual and vivid, complete with nitty gritty details no matter how terrible it would seem to our “innocent” ears.
You show how to live instead of explaining.
You don’t draw diagrams. You paint pictures.
I don’t know if it’s because you just love diversity, but you seem to love that that there is more than one way to live this thing out. Somehow through the winding trails weaving in and around valleys, mountaintops, forests and deserts You see the clearest way for each of us. But the real kicker for me is how much joy You take from leading me through it.
If I had the manual, I wouldn’t need Your hand.
If I had the list of rules and regulations I wouldn’t need Your still, small voice.
Man, what I would be missing…
It’s about relationship to You.
You WANT to lead me.
You want to tug on my arm when I start to wander.
Instead of a field of land mines awaiting my misstep You give Yourself to lead and guide.