And try as you may, there isn’t a way
To explain the kind of change
That would make an Eskimo renounce fur
That would make a vegetarian barbecue a hamster- “Shine” by Newsboys
If I’m falling, then I’m clearly falling into you
What else is there to fall on?
Give me courage to follow you
As simply as Zaccheus and the fishermen.
I want that simplicity that trusts your decisions
Without questioning your judgment or your wisdom.
I wasn’t expecting this
Not expecting this at all
But I trust you, so I’ll roll with it.
My life is not my own, after all; it is yours
I want that kind of 180 change that so many before me have had
I want my life to look as different from my old life
As Paul’s did from Saul’s.
I’m retreating into you
Not knowing my future
But knowing the One who holds it.
But knowing the One who holds it.
Forgive me of my idols
Forgive me of the worthless things I have poured my life into
Poured my heart into
My time
My money
My friendship.
I didn’t see the red flags. I saw them, but I didn’t know.
What a wasted investment. Or is it?
For I don’t regret those months, Father.
Those seventeen months.
I give them to you. Those months of investment.
I don’t regret them. I’ve learned from them.
I’ve grown. I’ve changed.
Now it’s time to let go, to walk away,
Just like all my favorite historical figures in the Bible
Walked away from their various treasures
The instant you told them to.
I am following their footsteps, Lord.
I am instantly obeying.
I am instantly obeying.
No second-guessing.
Since it’s your voice, I’ll obey
Even with tears.
Since it’s your knowledge, your heart, your hand in this
I will follow you.
But catch me now as I’m falling into you
Retreating into you.
Be my treasure.
I want no friend, no romance, no job, no ambition, no project
To become an idol.
I want you and you only.
Help me lay everything else by the wayside.
I’m retreating into you
Because I want that intimacy back
The intimacy I once shared with you
The childlike trust I once had in you
The laughter that came so easily
The lack of stress, the lack of worry
You remember the days, God,
The days when my life was founded on the rock,
And not on the shifting sand.
Take me back to that place
Because I’m here, retreating into you.
