I want to be a listener. A hearer of God, known by God as one who pays attention, who takes note of his whisper, interprets his signs and moves forward in response. Desiring to avoid people-praise, I hang on the edge of that snare with my Father continually offering his hand, pulling me toward his approval, his grace and understanding of the tiny me I truly am and how awesomely big he is.
Father, lead me. I am yours. Sold out. Anything.