Searching for Answers

Lord Jesus,

More than anything, I want to please you.

But this world, this place where you have sent me to serve and to live,

is dark.

There is a ceaseless clamor of voices,

saying:

This is the way.

Success is here.

Meaning is this way.

Come and be like us.

Keep spending,

keep scrolling,

keep working harder.

And I had the realization that

if I looked, acted, and lived as the world does

I would lose my very soul.

The remedy to the discomfort I feel on earth is not

to be more like the people of it,

nor is it to blend perfectly into the scene.

God, you called me to be Holy,

Set apart.

For a time such as this.

The only remedy that I need is to draw nearer to you.

For I find that not one person nor one item on this earth has the answer,

To sorrow, poverty, injustice, or pain.

You are the way.

Lord, you are the truth.

And you are my life.

I will live it for you.

Amen.