I heard You call. Just a little whisper. And I rushed about my day thinking of You, but I didn’t stop. You called, and I thought I could squeeze You in later by taking care of the things crowding my day.
And I wondered why I felt out of breath and so alone and the world seemed so cold.
I’m so sorry.
My house is cleaner, my Facebook, Twitter, and email friends have been answered, but I haven’t spent time with You.
And my soul is so sad, because I know I missed Your call. I might have missed something You would have shared in secret. And I know I missed the best part of today. I might have missed the one thing You really wanted me to do – the one thing that would have blessed my socks off.
I’m so sorry.
Oh Heavenly Father, don’t let me miss a moment with You.
Your repentant daughter comes before You begging for Your grace. Thank You that Your mercies are new every morning. Please don’t let me miss Your call again.
“My heart has heard you say, ‘Come and talk with me.’ And my heart responds, ‘Lord, I am coming.’” (Psalm 27:8 New Living Translation )
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Published on September 12, 2012 01:57