A little comfort for the weary

A butterfly flaps it's wings and causes a hurricane. Aragorn walks confidently as one of 3 toward an army of orcs and suddenly the army of ghosts follows him to win the battle. I pray a simple prayer and millions of people are affected by it. Do I know who I am praying to? Do I believe that I pray to the King of kings? Oh me of little faith. I pray like I wash my dishes sometimes. Through the list until every dish is clean.

But the prayer offered in faith...the words are beautiful to him. Words of one who is honored to be called a friend of the most high. One flap of one wing of a frail but free butterfly and You would move mountains. I don't contribute much but you want me involved. You want me to learn how to ride on your back and learn the ways you move. Which way should I lean to stay balanced as you fly through this world? My imagination cannot take me to the heights of joy you have for me.

My yoke is easy and my burden is light. But there is nothing harder than learning how to receive; how to be carried; how to be humble and take joy in serving the servant of all.