Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
I continue to say this again and again. When I switched majors because I was on the verge of failing for the first time in my life academically.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I began to be so wildly successful in my new major, I said it.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I couldn't find a job at graduation and continued to slave for minimum wage.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I concurrently found out that my mother, the most important person in my life had colon cancer the week before Finals.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When she went in for surgery and there were complications.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When her cancer was declared gone.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I finally began the process of RCIA.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When my entire company was shut down during those courses.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I finally entered into the Catholic Church on that joyous Easter Vigil.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I got accepted to graduate school early.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I was elected Vice President of my Honors Society.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I began to get promising nibbles at last about jobs.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
When I finally began to meet my beloved after more than two and a half years of pining and heartache.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
And now that my mother has been diagnosed with Diabetes.
Lord, may Your Will be done, not mine.
All I can do is to continue to pray those words Lord, and hope that Your Will is done, and that I am granted the serenity and knowledge to accept that you are my King, that you are my Messiah, that you are my Savior, and that you are my friend.
To quote an old worship song I deeply miss, "Jesus, lamb of God. Worthy is your name. Jesus, lamb of God, worthy is your name. You are my strength when I am weak, you are the treasure that I seek. You are my all in all..."
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There's a pattern I see here, love...each time you cried out to Him, you were at the brink. He has pulled you out time and time again...read your post again. See what He's done for you in three years. If He won't deliver you, remember that you will be given the strength to endure. That's a promise from Him. You're doing so well. Keep your eyes on Him...He's moving in you, I know it.
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