Thy Will Be Done

On today, 8 months after I held Jairus in my arms for the first time, we sang the following hymn at church. Every time we sing it, I weep. It is so beautiful and SO difficult. It is a daily submission to lay my desires and my tears before the cross of Jesus, to release Jairus to HIM and admit that God's sovereign (all knowing) will is the best way. My own will is not ultimate. Only in Jesus is Hope for today as well as tomorrow. Healing for pain and freedom from bondage.

God is truly good. All loving. Father. He will not abandon you. His will is mysterious and scary and perfect and beautiful. It has been a hard year, yet in the middle of our sorrow we truly to rejoice for our son. He is in the presence of our LORD. His joy exceeds anything we could have hoped for him here. And it is good. So today Jesus, I ask, that Your will be done...

THY WILL BE DONE (My God and Father! While I Stray)

by Charlotte Elliot, 1834

My God and Father while I stray

Far from my home, in life's rough way,

O teach me from my heart to say,

Thy will be done!

Though dark my path, and sad my lot,

Let me be still and murmur not,

Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,

Thy will be done.

If thou shouldst call me to resign

What most I prize - it ne'er was mine;

I only yield thee what was thine;

Thy will be done.

Should pining sickness waste away

My life in premature decay,

My Father, still I strive to say,

Thy will be done.

If but my fainting heart be blest

With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,

My God, to thee I leave the rest;

Thy will be done.

Renew my will from day to day,

Blend it with thine, and take away

All that now makes it hard to say,

Thy will be done.

Then when on earth I breathe no more

The prayer oft mixed with tears before,

I'll sing upon a happier shore,

Thy will be done.