Humbled

This word came loud and clear as soon as I stepped into Church for Passion Sunday this afternoon. I am thankful for the virtue of humility embodied in a Baby born in a manger, in a King riding triumphantly on a donkey, in a Teacher mocked and ridiculed for the truth he spoke of, and in a Savior who died out of absolute love.

I am humbled knowing my life is not mine to claim, that I am vulnerable and frail, and that I too shall return to dust or stardust. I am humbled knowing life is not for us to control, but to live.

I am humbled because I am loved by my God who always hears, even if I don't always listen. I am humbled that He cares enough to reach out and knows just how to touch my heart when I need it most. I am humbled that he calls me again and again and again.

I am humbled because I do not know what to say, yet this song by Don Moen sung today was a good place to start my self-directed Lenten retreat:


Lord, You seem so far away
A million miles or more it feels today
And though I haven't lost my faith
I must confess right now that it's hard for me to pray
But I don't know what to say and I don't know where to start
But as you give the grace with all that's in my heart

I will sing
I will praise even in my darkest time through the sorrow and the pain
I will sing, I will praise
Lift my hands to honor You because Your word is true
I will sing

Lord, it's hard for me to see 
All the thoughts and plans You have for me
But I will put my trust in You
Knowing that you died to set me free
But I don't know what to say and I don't know where to start
But as you give the grace with all that's in my heart

I will sing
I will praise even in my darkest time through the sorrow and the pain
I will sing, I will praise
Lift my hands to honor You because Your word is true
I will sing