Not My Own…

Several weeks ago, Dick Foth spoke at my church for a two part series “Hallowed” which roughly means “Holy.” He talked about the Lords prayer and just what exactly are we asking for when we say the Lords prayer. In case you have never heard it or just want a refresher:

“Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom Come,
Thy will be done on earth, as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And, lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from the evil one.
For thine is the Kingdom,
The power,
and the Glory,
For ever and ever.

Even though this is old English, I still like this version the best.
There is a different cadence to it that I enjoy, which is ironic since I do not really like any other verses in old English.

One of the things that was pointed out was “Thy will be done..” and how even in the Garden of gesthemany where Jesus was crying, praying, and basically asking God to find another way to save us He essentially said “Thy will be done..”…

“…he fell with his face to the ground. He prayed, ‘My Father, if it is possible, take this cup of suffering away from me. But let what you want be done, not what I want.'” -Matthew 26:39b

This has really been sticking with me lately after Dick Foth made mention of, how different would our lives and the lives of those around us look if more people said more often “… not my will, but yours…”

So, what if?.. What if I said that more times a day than I can count? How different would my life look if every prayer, everything ended with “but, not my own will, but yours be done here.”? Would my life dramatically change?
I dunno, maybe.

Maybe I would stop stressing so much,
Maybe I would be less afraid of getting hurt again,
Maybe I would stop trying to keep everything together perfectly,
Maybe I would stop paying attention to the wrongs against me,
Maybe I would stop trying to control everything,
Maybe I would be more patient,
Maybe I would be more compassionate,
Maybe I would see someone else’s hurt before my own,
Maybe I would be less selfish,
Maybe I would begin to be more fulfilled in every situation,
Maybe I would have more peace and contentment in my life,
Maybe I would hurt more because I was seeking God’s will more,
Maybe my life would get harder,
Maybe I would cry more,
Maybe my heart would be broken more for what breaks God’s,
Maybe I would get hurt more,
Maybe I would get my heart broken again,
Maybe I would love unabashedly,

Maybe more people would come to know Christ,
Maybe God would change the world with my life.

Lately I have been thinking a lot about this concept, and just working through the idea that I want to walk through any door and any path the Lord has put before me regardless of what is going on or the result.

This was aided by today’s sermon by Mark Batterson about how sometimes God’s plan does not make sense for 55-1500 years… He listed several stories in the Bible that the individuals would likely have said “thanks but no thanks” and would have chosen to write it differently, but that later, and sometimes 1500 years (and however many generations that is) later it all makes perfect beautiful sense as to why something happened the way it did. He also pointed out that when God does miracles, they never are convenient, and often really get in the way of life and our plans. Such an interesting thought.

Am I open to be inconvenienced for God?.. Gosh I hope so.

I guess I just feel like I am at this place right now where I know that some crazy things are coming around the corner, some probably scary, others exciting, likely some stressful things, and everything in between, but what I know above and beyond that is I desire God’s will over my own. With Him directing and taking the lead I have no reason to fear…

Not my own, but yours my King.

3 thoughts on “Not My Own…

  1. Ah, yes, THY will be done – that is how our Pastor at our former church would say this prayer – with a big ol' emphasis on THY. It's hard to die before Christ each day to fully live for Him (and I know I fail more often than not), but when I do, oh it's so, so worth it, in the end. And the days I can't see? Maybe my great-great-great-great-great-great grandchildren will benefit 🙂 HEHE!


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