Send Me

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”

And I said, “Here I am. Send me!”

-Isaiah 6:8

My hands hover

halfway in the air,

swelling the blood in my limbs.

I have attempted to sort through

signals and sounds scratching

in my head, crowding my conscious.

I have said I want Your will,

want to do Your will,

but on whose terms?

I claim to taste Your calling,

but I am warm in my bed

without a reason to release

myself from the comfort

wrapped over me.

You say to deny ourselves,

and I admit I cannot deny

this pulsing inside me,

steady, picking up speed.

You move in me,

twisting open doors

I’ve bolted in place.

For they are not my chambers

but Yours.

When You speak I want to listen.

Where You point I will follow.

My heart is hooked to the

back of Your caravan.

Here am I.

Send me.

Prayer:

Father, You have called me to do Your work. I am eager, but need Your strength to move forward. Yet here I stand, ready and willing. Send me. Work through me. Amen.