Sunday, July 3, 2011

His Yoke Of Humility And Meekness

"You have made us for Yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in You." ~St Augustine
I hear You call to me, "Come, I will give you rest." And I want to come to You, to rest in You yet so often I do not. Instead I give in to my pride and false self~assurance and think I can go it alone, and so I remain restless.
I hear Your instruction to take Your yoke and to learn from Your example~Your yoke of humility and Your example of meekness. These You tell me is where and how I will find rest.
So I promise to trust You and to put myself completely in Your hands. I acknowledge my weakness and lay my burdens at Your feet. I know that without You nothing is possible; at best it is difficult.
I don't want to labor and be burdened any longer, so I accept Your invitation to come to You, my Source of peace and rest.


mary333 said...

Thank you for this beautiful meditation - so perfect for today!

Colleen (Inadequate Disciple) said...

Thanks for the wisdom in this meditation -- rest after humility and meekness--not through self-assurance and going it alone.

Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.