Father, sitting here watching a little male cardinal at the feeder and wondering how do his feathers know to not grow on his beak, or to suddenly change from the black that frames his beak to the brilliant red that covers his body?
Because that was your design for him, just as You have a design for me. Yet unlike the cardinal, I have a choice in how that design will manifest itself. Father, through the presence of Your Holy Spirit in me, cause me to cooperate with You, so that Your design for me will be realized completely as You intended.
No comments:
Post a Comment