Part of my two-week track of reading about men in the Old Testament, this morning I read Isaiah 6, the story on how God calls the prophet Isaiah to profess to His people. On verse 8, God asks, "Whom shall I send?". Isaiah replies, "Here I am. Send me!"
I've been feeling like that a lot recently. Like this kid in line of a kick ball game, feeling and saying to God, "Pick me! Pick me! Let me be your chosen one!" I feel foolish and inadequate and a loner. But maybe that's the devil talking...
I shut the Bible and prayed. I asked God, "Pick me, God, let me do Your will. Don't pass over me. Let me understand my role. I pray for patience and humility."
After a pause of silence. I heard two words I believe that came from Him: