Dear God, I just want what You want.
Is that too much to ask?
I'd like to have it tomorrow,
And wrapped in green with a bow
But I'm sure that won't be a problem.
I just want what You want, God.
Your way is always best.
I'm pretty sure the path will have
These turns and those bumps
But of course, You're the one in control.
I truly want what You want, God.
It's so hard to sit and wait patiently.
While I wait I'll just paint in a few ideas,
Get a picture of how this might look
But I'm waiting on You, really.
O Father God, I just want what You want.
I know You have it all in Your hand.
You might use red
With brown string?
There's a good chance
Of steep hills
And deep valleys?
You threw all my
In the trash?
That's what I said.
I want what You want...
What is that?
That's not how wanting what
You want looks?
Oh. Yeah, I did say I would make myself
That's not what making
Myself available means?
You're saying being available
Means letting You choose the colors
And paint the pictures?
It means allowing You to
Map out the terrain?
Oh, I see.
But You care about me?
You know my needs better than I do?
You see the future?
You have my best in mind?
I can trust You, right?
Yes, Father, yes.
I believe you.
I really am making myself available.
I confess I have no idea
What that might look like,
But I want what You want.