The Gift
There is comfort where I sleep, when I close my eyes to possibilities; I turn away from accepting God’s gifts.
Again, His gift so freely given, lovingly presented, plainly wrapped. Not wanting to disturb it, I ponder it’s meaning, wondering what’s inside.
Receiving God’s gifts change me, make my life different somehow. I have found that this is always the case, there are strings attached. As I enter into this conversation with you my God, please understand why this is not the right time to accept your gift.
I defend myself, each belief protected; I’m in charge, your way rejected.
Accepting your present requires an offering in return; that I give up something of long held importance, an honor I’ve earned.
So, what will I give up this time my friend, if I decide to accept your gift again?
- Would I surrender all sense of direction, if I let you determine my intention?
- If I exchange illness for health, will I also give up poverty for wealth?
- Would I no longer recognize my home, if your heart replaced my own?
- Will this suffocating routine of my creation, be enlivened through you’re transformation?
- If I relent, if I receive, will I surrender this protection of self-deceit?
Why dear God, would I agree to trade one more of my valued possessions; exchanged for your vague intentions, to save my life?
Ignorance, my cloak of protection, arrogance my reason for rejection; these keep your gift unopened.
Let me sleep, that I may again safely contemplate this gift; your life. For now I shall place it by my bed, a seed embedded in fitful dreams.
Maybe it will open me tomorrow.
jodythone
