My soul longs for you my God;
Only in you can my spirit find rest.
You are Holy indeed, and you call me to holiness.
In my imperfection, I wonder what this means.
Is holiness obtainable for someone like me?
I stumble and fall so easily.
Yet your hand is always stretched toward me,
And you ask me to walk in your ways.
You remind me that you lived a simple and ordinary life.
You sought neither fame nor fortune.
And everything the Father gave you, you shared with me.
You ask me to do likewise for my neighbor
But I am not sure who that is.......
Then you show me the one in need, the one you have put before me.
I don’t have to look very far.
My neighbor has many faces, as do all of God’s children.
And, I find him in many places.
You ask me to care for him as I would care for myself,
To share with him all that I have for his benefit, as you did for me.
You call me to holiness in the ordinary simplicity of sharing with others the love you share with me,
To stretch my hand forward and hold nothing back,
For you held nothing back for me.