Our pastor provided a John Wesley prayer in the bulletin—something we could pray as an action point following Sunday’s message on “Thy Will Be Done.”I tore out the prayer and taped it into my journal:
I am no longer my own, but thine.Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt;Put me to doing, put me to suffering.Let me be employed by thee or laid aside for thee,exalted for thee or brought low by thee.Let me be full, let me be empty.Let me have all things, let me have nothing.I freely and heartily yield all thingsto thy pleasure and disposal.And now, O glorious and blessed God,Father, Son and Holy Spirit,thou art mine, and I am thine. So be it.And the covenant which I have made on earth,let it be ratified in heaven. Amen.
I find these words both terrifying and freeing, but I want to own them.So I pray the words, cringing.I pray the words, trusting.I pray the words, believing.I pray the words, nodding, agreeing that this life is His to live however He wishes.I pray the words, clinging to the hope that He will supply me with everything I need to embrace whatever He chooses.In each day, each moment, each word: Thy will be done.
I freely and heartily yield all thingsto thy pleasure and disposal.And now, O glorious and blessed God,Father, Son and Holy Spirit,thou art mine, and I am thine. So be it.