Better

I am frequently caught off guard by the way You do things.  Your jewels come from dark and hidden places below, and Your demons fall from the sky like stars.  The curses I earned are carried eternities away, while the love I scorned is pressed deeper into my hardened heart.  And just as I am marching out into enemy territory, face set like stone and a mouth full of wrath, I stop in mid-stride to find You standing in the enemy camp.

Oh teach me to yield to You, to see You as You are and love You that way.  Grow in me a peaceful heart that will receive You as You are and not resist when You contradict my preconceived notions about You.  I don't want to kneel before a god that I make to suit my purposes and stroke my sensibilities.  I will bow to You.  I pledge allegiance to You as You are.

You are Better than my idea of You.  You make water flow in barren deserts.  You strike fire in the coldest heart.  You make lepers into warriors.  You bring tender kisses to the lips of hardened warriors.

Let me not stand in the way when You set out to do something far, far better than what I think You will do.