Last week I was talking to Jesus about a matter that I have been wrestling with for quite some time. Finally I found myself saying; “Jesus, I don’t know what to do. I am giving You permission to speak to me. Then please help me to listen. I am asking You to move on my behalf. .”
Immediately the thought came to mind how presumptuous it sounded to give The Lord “permission” to do anything. Yet I knew that as long as I held my situation tightly trying to handle it myself, He would not force His way in.
This because, Jesus is a Gentleman.
A poem of the same title follows in the link below: