Father, I can’t but you can. I won’t but you will. I must not but you bid me forward. I am struggling with my simplicity, my position as a man, a handful of dirt within the hand of God. But you breathed Your Breath of Life into that dirt so I am something misunderstood by most, feared by the supernatural and disregarded by the proud. It is not my place to inquire of God, Why? My humble request is that you help me get over my basic instinctual desire for failure when confronted with those tasks beyond self. These objectives must be seen as not of my own forming and that realization they have never been limited by association with my mortal context.
Lord, bring the workers, please. The harvest is ripe and the fields stand ready for picking. The vines is full and bending toward the ground weighted down by the bounty of your provision. What then of me as man, am I to call the workers or to simply begin working, picking, reaping, gathering the crop for transport? I know that I am not alone in the fields Lord, give me sight granted Elisha that I might never fall pray to similar thinking. Let me never make those errors associated with my simplicity, let me think beyond my own reason and see the complex realities of Your understanding. I very much just want folks to understand the gravity of this time. I know that You have a plan to awaken them upon that I must rely.
We seem so lost, destitute and focused on the occurrences of this world. Am I mistaken in that review? Do they see eternity or has the siren of man’s calling darkened their agenda to what may be dimly seen here? What then of our treasures laid up for us in heaven that may never rust, be stolen or decay? Shouldn’t our focus be consistent with that message of planting, harvesting and storing up those permanent things instead of all that is frail and measured by mortality? Father, let me stop being a poor representative of Your Grand Intent. Give me the Words, the Wisdom, the Love and Power sufficient to this tasking for without it I am foiled.
Do through me what I cannot do in self. I stand here willing and ready to do the work. I know, I know, all in due time Son. Sorry for pestering Lord, Forgive me. In Jesus’ Name.
awrkhakhaya 
It’s as if you’ve seen my journals as I read words of my own encounters with Father written by your hands. As I’ve received His presence, been given knowledge of things I have not known, I’ve cried out through my tears, “who am I my Lord that You have given this to me?” That was until that day when the weight of His presence brought with it a fear as if His hand had slapped down on the table in front of me and I knew what He said was, “Who am I that you question Me?”!!! I knew in a glimmer of a thought, It wasn’t because of anything I could do, it was because of who He is.,,and I was not to ask Him that again. I knew that it was because I was listening. There are so few that are ready to receive. I cry out for those around me to awaken to the depth of His calling feeling desperate as days are running past.
I look forward to reading more of what God is putting on your heart as I see He’s giving you what is on His own. Thank you for sharing with the world.