Thy Will Be Done

Thy Will Be Done.

These are four of the most beautiful words ever to cross my eyes, and four of the most challenging to accept into my beating and broken heart.

When I say the prayer of the Our Father and proclaim, 'Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done', I softly close my eyes in reverence to their splendor.  

Thy will...not mine.  

And not just when it's convenient for me or when it fits into my plans, but every second of every day. 

Thy Will Be Done.

So many aspects of my life feel as if they have spiraled out of control, leaving me wounded and backed into a corner.  I begin to compare my misfortunes to other people's blessings and I claim a spirit of jealousy and desperation for what I do not have, but believe I deserve.  I say in a fit of panic and with a constricted heart, but I did all I was supposed to do...so why this, God?  Why this pain?  I tell myself that I know what is best for me.

But then I speak the words...

Thy Will Be Done.  

You see, regardless of how hard we try, we are ill-suited to determine what is best for our lives.  We cannot assume that every broken road will lead to darkness.  Because the night always turns into day and with each day, comes light. We have to believe there is a greater plan.

Do you?

Every time I listen to the following song, I can't help but cry. Not because of sadness, but because of the knowing realization that, ah, yes.

Not my will...but His...be done.

Thy Will

"Sometimes I better stop, remember that you're God, and I...am...not."
- Thy Will, Hillary Scott