Ready?

A few days ago, my family and I returned home from a week of vacationing in the Canadian side of the St. Lawrence Seaway. We were spending the week on houseboats, jumping between some of the 1000 Islands. Nature was crisp, vibrant, and refreshing; I felt like I had stepped back into time, back to the third day when land and sea were created, back to when God's mere voice could form and shape and give life. These are the moments that become memories, the memories that connect generations, the generations that last forever. Canada was such a blessing because it prepared me for the greatness of God, and being absorbed in it for a week can do miracles to a busy body.

But am I ready? Canada can prepare me some, but am I truly, deep down in my heart, ready for all that God's going to do? Am I willing to let my walls of control and insecurities collapse and tumble down as God has work to do on my heart and through my heart? I don't know; I can't honestly say that I'm ready but I do know that God is gracious and patient. As I stumble and fall and cry out amidst the wall that crashes down around me, I know that He'll wait, He'll protect, and He'll love.

He's not asking me to be "ready", because time's ticking away and we're leaving on Saturday. He's asking me to be willing to allow Him to chip away at my hardness, the walls that I've built up. He's asking me to allow Him to take control of, not just this trip, but my future. He's asking me to just be and not try so hard to do.