I remember hearing years ago
about a woman who had gone into
an exclusive department store in Dublin.
Dissatisfied with the level of service
that she was receiving there
this wealthy woman exclaimed indignantly
“Do you know who I am?
I’m Mrs Terry Wogan!”
All week
I have had a sense of My God
whispering to me,
“Do you know who I am?
I know why this is happening.
For months now
I’ve been praying hard
about a special intention.
It hasn’t been resolved
and just seems to go on
… and on
… and on.
Sometimes I feel that my faith
is beginning to flag
and that I’m giving up,
in this instance,
on My God.
My God knows this
and He is challenging me,
saying to me,
“OK – you say that I am God.
Now tell me
what that actually means to you.”
I sense
that I am being challenged
to stop paying lip-service
to My God’s ability to intervene,
to truly believe
and to trust.
And so today
on the feast of Christ the King
I start afresh, saying
“Lord, your will be done.
Give Paul and me
the strength to cope with your will
whatever it may be.”
And as I pray,
I sense my faith regaining its buoyancy
and I find peace
© Claire Murray, 23/11/15