I have to place His Word before me. If I don't the laundry piles up and pushes in. The dishes overflowing, pour out a river running wild. To stop. To say Stop. Be still. Eyes to see and ears to hear.
It is what I want. The eyes to see and ears to hear what He is telling me.
Sometimes it is hard to let it go. Let the chaos out of grasp so that I can hold on to His word. Too often I struggle with the balance. But how faithful He is. His Word, there to fill me up. To remind me of why I am really here. Of who I really am.
"'Then I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, "Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?'Then I said, 'Here am I. Send me!'"
To be an Isaiah. To hear His calling and obey. To know His glory, to know my state.