I SURE WISH I WAS SIMPLE

I really wish I was simple, Lord. But I'm not. I'm so complex I can't figure me out. You knew me before I was ever born, Lord. You knitted me together in my mother's womb. What I want to know is why I didn't come with a set of instructions. Huh?

No, not Your Word, Lord. Something different. Something simple. You know; like a Reader's Digest version of life written on a 1st Grade level. Pictures. That's what I need. Pictures. I'd rather look at pictures than read any day. Humm? Yes, I do think Your world is the canvas of Your heart, Lord. But I still don't know why I like summer in winter and winter in summer. I don't know why I think so much. I don't know why I take such pleasure in watching these little letters show up on the screen in front of me. I don't know why this silly dog wants to lay on me when I want her to go lay somewhere else.

I don't know why I do what I don't want to do, and don't want to do all the things that I do. I don't get it! I'd really like to be one of the simple ones. You say in Psalm 116 in verse 6 that You preserve the simple.

What? The rest of it? Out loud? Okay, sure; "The Lord preserves the simple; I was brought low, and He helped and saved me." Whoa. No, I don't want to be brought low. I'm so low now I could jump rope under the bed, Lord. So You brought me here to show me something? Great, so this is as low as it gets. Whew, I'm soooo glad. And now You're gonna help me get my act together again? Good. Cause I already know You've saved me. Though I don't know why; I simply cannot grasp it.