Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
I lift my eyes to you. Lord, I deeply want to be open to your plans. But there is always a part of me that resists. Like a silly monkey with its hand stuck in a trap, tightly grasping a banana, my obstinate desire for control keeps me stuck.
I can't do this by an act of my will. I've tried. My conscious mind has set out to relinquish control many times, only to realize moments later I'm stuck again. I've latched hold of something so hard that my clenched fingers ache.
Holy Spirit, this is a job for you! I'm asking for your help. Use your power and all those you command to move behind the scenes where I'm not aware, when I'm awake and while I sleep. I want to be influenced by You.
Tonight, tell me a story while I rest. Night by night, while I drift into sleep, relax this little monkey's fist. Show me how beautiful it is to rest in your plans and dreams for me. AMEN.
The heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps.
Proverbs 16:9
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