IF
ONLY YOU KNEW
(To a Wasp)
O
Wasp on my kitchen window, you struggle to get out. You see the sky, the clouds piled high like
fluffy meringue, and press hard against the window, thinking your own
wasp-logic best. I stand nearby, trying
to guide you into a jar of flowers so that I may free you.
Our
thoughts are not on the same plane. If
you do not regard me as an enemy, you certainly are not aware that all I want
to do is to help you. Nor do you like
the idea of entering a suffocating jar.
If only you knew that after only a few seconds on that jar you would be
released out the front door into the fresh air and sunshine again. But you have no idea that I am thinking about
you. On you struggle, all alone,
futilely, thinking your own way best. I
so want to help you. If only you knew.
O
Reader, you struggle on, trapped in some area of life. I, the Lord, stand nearby, oh so near,
longing to help you take the shortest and best route to freedom. I know what that is, since I made you. How I wish you would trust Me, instead of
your own futile ways. I love you, and am
constantly thinking about you. If only
you knew.
“ For I know the plans I have for
you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to
give you a hope and a future.” (Jer. 29:11, NIV)
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