I tried to pray about Ireland today. Let me rephrase. I pray for Ireland without ceasing. In the back of my mind. In the deep of my heart. Today I tried to bring it all to the front. To the surface. Wrap it up in words and send it heavenward, officially. But my heart had no words. What to pray? For another date? For another sign? For another dose of patience? My heart was screaming one thought, How much longer?!?!?!?! So I prayed for silence. I prayed for the peace of God to drown out the scream. And then I searched my heart. This is what I found.
Complete adoration for Him. Thankfulness for the vision before me. Frustration with this season of waiting. Anticipation of moving forward. Fear that the moving will never happen. Peace that He is in control. Longing to go. Guilt that I'm not doing enough. Pressure to do more. Sadness to leave my home. My family. My friends. Excitement for impending adventure.
Encouragement in His Word. Affirmation through the actions of His faithful believers. Comfort in His promises. Assurance in His confirmation. Fulfillment in His Spirit. Bewilderment that He would choose me. Ashamed by my inadequacy. Grateful that His grace makes up the difference. Desire to know His heart. Hear His voice. See His hand. Allegiance to His Kingdom. Willingness to do whatever it takes. Doubt that I'll succeed. Relief that my success isn't the point.
Uncertainty. Hesitation. Hope. Confidence. Expectation. Eagerness. Restlessness. Impatience. A million conflicting emotions. Drowned out by the heart of God. Be still. Know. I am.