An island in the sea,
squatting lazily before God—
We wish He would leave us alone.
We wish He would make us do the thing.
Wrestling before God,
the Great Divide in life.
Will I dump myself down
An island in the sea
may be the top of a great mountain,
but God never coerces.
He unravels the struggling truth.
He will tax the remotest star to claim the last grain of sand.
Slowly but surely
He is getting me to the place where He can use me.
More and more
I walk in the light of the vision that is given.
The top of a great mountain—
slowly but surely,
I become whole territory,
ablaze for the glory of God.
Found in December entries of My Utmost for His Highest
by Oswald Chambers
Arranged 27 December 2009