Please give my dog a flock of sheep.
Nudging us behind the knees toward the kitchen,
dropping a ball at our feet.
Always patrolling the perimeter.
She’s ready to serve.
Please give my son a think tank.
Calculating math problems in his head,
breaking down complicated technology
without reading the manual.
He’s ready to serve.
Please give me my life’s work.
Under the tutelage of trials, I earned my stripes;
learned how to stand up and when to fall on my knees.
After falling apart, You put me back together.
I’m ready to serve, so by Your grace,
commission me.
- Ruth Williams
He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught.
Isaiah 50:4
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