In this war-worn, grief-stricken, arrogant, selfish world that claims not to need you, Jesus, there are still voices crying out for the promise You are.

Mine is one of them!

My voice has been quiet for a while, but lately, it’s been waking up. If I’m honest, I’ve sometimes shushed it, giving it “the teacher’s look” I’m known for – especially when it threatened to become loud and unruly like a table full of seventh-grade boys. But Lord, I don’t want to shush it any longer – and truly, it’s refusing to be quieted. I want my cry for you, Lord, to reflect a true desire to know more of you. Remind me to refuse to be stifled, to be insistent, to run after you like I ran as a child after the ice cream truck.

Father, I want to sit on your lap and hear your voice. I want to rest there, call you Dad, and hear your dreams for my life.

Jesus, I want to walk beside you into this world’s dark places and with you, introduce our Dad to those who need to know him. Walking with you is less scary than doing it on my own – you know me, timid and shy of new situations and hating to be unknown. But with you, I don’t have to be. If you’re there, they won’t see me, they’ll see you and you are known.

Holy Spirit, call me daily to the life of a mushroom-eater. Remind me that risks taken for God have great rewards, even if they are costly. Remind me to take time out to rest on Dad’s lap and let his voice wash over me. Remind me whose I am, who walks beside me and who lives in me. Remind me to run like a rhino toward the life you’ve designed for me.

Come, Lord Jesus, come – I need you.

**Note: My references above to running like a rhino and being a mushroom-eater come from Erwin McManus’s book The Barbarian Way – a book that profoundly changed my perception of the Christian life. Rhinos run at thirty miles an hour, but can only see thirty feet in front of them. “But with that horn pointing the way, rhinos run forward full steam ahead without apprehension…. Whatever’s at thirty-one feet needs to care that the rhinos are coming and better get out of the way.” (pp. 137-8). The mushroom-eater image can be found on pages 51 and 52.