my will vs your will
it’s easy to look at my will and God’s will as if they are competing. one must win and the other other must lose. one exists and wipes out the other. or one is more right than the other.
it doesn’t leave much room for my will to form. if it will be crushed before it even takes shape. if it will be told it’s wrong before it becomes formed. or if it’s taken too soon and turned into something else. we must have space to have a will. we must have a will to have love.
it seems like such a mutual trusting. God trusting me to have my own will. me trusting God to have His own will. maybe one isn’t right and one isn’t wrong. maybe we just get to have them. no will imposed on another. no will demanded of the other.
my will isn’t something that someone else knows, and i have to figure out. it’s within, waiting to be discovered and revealed. ready to form with enough space. it guides me to myself, my passion, and ultimately to God. and so much more love for the world.
whenever we find our joy, what resonates most, our will and God’s surely must meet.