Waiting to be Chosen

Today again I chose someone, something else over You. In fact, I chose everything BUT You. And I hated myself for it. In my anger I asked, "Why can't You just make me Yours once and for all?"

I wanted You to come like a wild fire, like a hurricane and sweap me off my feet, carrying me away to Your place. I wanted You to break through walls and skies and gloriously take me so that all may see. And You didn't... So I sat down and I cried. I cried loud, day and night, thinking that maybe my tears would change Your mind. And when finally, desperate and hopeless, I stopped crying and quieted my aching heart, I heard... I heard You...

You didn't come the way I wanted You to, the way I thought You would...

You weren't a hurricane. You weren't an earthquake. You weren't a wild fire. You didn't break through walls and the heavens didn't shake.

You came like a still small voice, like a gentle whisper in my ear... And quietly You said:

"I want you. And I can storm in and take you... in a blink of an eye I can shake the earth and the heavens and make you Mine... But... I want you to choose to be Mine. Yes, I can do everything but I don't want to steal your heart... I want you to give it to Me. If you want to be Mine - come and be Mine. Because I love you, everyday I let you go and I hope you choose Me... Because I chose you 2000 years ago and I keep choosing you every single day..."