I’m tired of sitting, sleeping, feeling too drowsy to do anything except sitting and sleeping (and occasional standing), and the fact that about the only thing I “do” these days is try to make a broomstick move approximately 8 inches back and forth and up and down. Oh, well, that’s not all. I do arm circles. Lots of them. Clockwise. Counterclockwise. Back and forth. Side to side.
Thus goes my rant for day 12 post-op rotator cuff repair. I will spare you some of the other complaints my family has heard.
It seems God has laid me out. Again. Despite taking the prescribed painkillers only at night to numb pain enough to sleep, I am struggling with powerful drowsiness and middling pain during the days. My frustration with not feeling like “doing” anything came to a head this morning when I heard the chapel choir my son is in sing one of my favorite hymns, “Take My Life and Let It Be.”
It occurred to me that I like the hymn because in my super-performance-oriented approach to life, I thought it was about active doing. Take my lips, my voice, my feet…and let them give praise. But this morning I heard it again for the very first time. It occurred to me that God doesn’t need my lips to move at all for me to give Him praise. He doesn’t demand that my feet be swift or beautiful, though it makes a lovely picture. I’ve always known my voice doesn’t sing very well. Thank God He doesn’t require what I have often imagined!
He just wants my life to be. That’s all the praise He wants from me.
The End. (Two-handed typing time is limited:)
May I learn as well as Paul did to be content in all circumstances and to let My Potter further refine this sun-baked lump of clay!:)
- Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
*Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise. - Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee. - Take my voice and let me sing,
Always, only for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee. - Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose. - Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne. - Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
