Abba,

Teach me to hear Your heartbeat.

To remember Your love.

Unconditional.

Undeserved.

Unlimited.

 

If only I could get out of my own way

And bask in You.

All my petty worries would fade away.

My small life could grow meaningful.

 

Isn’t that what we’re all seeking?

Meaning?

Meaning and acclaim.

Attention.

The promise that we won’t be forgotten.

The assurance that we’re important.

That we mean something.

Meaning.

 

But we don’t.

And we’re not.

We’re insignificant.

We are dust motes in a beautiful universe.

Meaningless,

dtrifting dust motes

That You’ve chosen to love.

Unconditionally.

Undeservingly.

Unlimitedly.

 

I am nothing.

Yet You have given me EVERYTHING.

I am worthless.

Yet You have paid the greatest price

to ensure my place beside You

for an eternity.

I am not even a minor player in the great story.

Yet You wrote it just for me.

 

How often I forget this.

How often I forget my own unimportance

and try to make myself great.

I want to rewrite my story so that it’s all about me.

My joy and pleasure.

My health.

My safety.

My needs.

My wants.

My demands.

Myself.

I exhaust myself in my strivings

for me.

 

When all I really have to do

is sit back and rest in You.

Because

as overwhelming and unthinkable as it is

You love me.

Unconditionally.

Undeservedly.

Unlimitedly.

 

You will meet my needs.

You care about my wants.

My health.

My hopes and dreams.

You taught my heart how to love,

my eyes how to see,

my ears how to hear.

 

So for now

I will sit, see, and listen.

Abba,

teach me how to hear Your heartbeat.