sometimes i am blurred. myself out of focus.
my no is unsure and my yes does not carry the weight of my heart with it.
i have left doors open to too much and my home is crowded with choices.
prayer has become in passing.
still small voice is drowned out by my out loud wondering.
i pack my own bag with guilt each morning, curious at god not lightening my load.
i seek first too many things for one to take lead and it leaves me restless.
with what shall i come to the lord
and bow myself before the god on high?
shall i come to him with burnt offerings,
with yearling calves?
does the lord take delight in thousands of rams,
in ten thousand rivers of oil?
shall i present my firstborn for my rebellious acts,
the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
he has told you, o man, what is good;
and what does the lord require of you
but to do justice, to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your god?
micah 6.6-8 (NASB)