I tell myself that I am what I need. But it is quite evident that what I need is what I’m not. And the greatest thing I’m not is God.

We think that we miss things because they are too small. But when it comes to God, I think that we miss Him because He is too big, for we assume that nothing that big would be interested in something as small as us.

What would behoove me to instantly declare God not to be God unless He followed my script in some tediously exacting manner? I must confess that I am less likely to believe that it’s a matter of some narcissistic demand that I freely pen my own script. Rather, I think it’s fear that I’m too inadequate to follow God’s.

What in the world would ever lead to me believe that life is a series of opportunities that are readily available to everyone else but me? What really leads me to believe such an atrocious lie is that I don’t believe in myself sufficiently to engage those opportunities in the first place.

If I look closely, my failures are less about my inadequacies and more about the fact that I channel my abilities into the wrong places.

Prayer is knowing that what I ask for is always far bigger than what I could ever articulate, but it is never too big for God to understand nor is it ever too vast for Him to deliver.