Walking with Humility

Truly, truly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. John 13:16

Harmony

After waiting for two days, there was still no word. Grace had disappeared saying that she has other jobs to deal with. I frankly didn’t care. My patience was wearing thin sitting and waiting…On what exactly? Grace left no instructions except to listen for the King’s voice. Well, this game was getting more annoying by the minute. I don’t have time for this.

Feeling restless, I began walking in circles. Before I knew it, I was jogging then running within the interior. How big was this thing? I kept running, but for some reason I couldn’t get to the other end. Rooms began to pop up that weren’t there before. Foreign furniture graced everywhere I went. This is ridiculous. The King must love toying with me. What is the point of turning the tent into a playhouse of sorts?

Fed up, I finally just screamed out my frustrations, “Why don’t You just tell me what I’m supposed to do so I can go do it!” Silence. Father is ignoring me. I just know it! “Fine, two can play that game,” I muttered under my breath. As I began walking again, I could have sworn I heard a sigh, but I must be imagining things.

With no end in sight for this maze of a tent, I finally decided to backtrack. Easier said than done.  I hated to admit it, but I was miserably lost. Well, I wasn’t going to admit it out loud. I didn’t want to appear so incompetent to the King that I couldn’t get myself out of this on my own.

As I continued to wander around, I began hearing this gentle and steady hum. No matter where I moved, the sound came from behind. Then I remembered that I was carrying Melody’s old sword on my back. I slid the sword out of its sheath, and it’s bright glow was so bright that I had to shield my eyes with my free hand. The light finally dimmed enough for me to make out the words that shone. “He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?”

As I spoke the words out loud, I felt different things. First, I was happy to finally receive a message from the King. However, the part about walking humbly left a heavy sensation in my chest. All day I have been walking aimlessly trying to find my own way and jumping to the conclusion that Father had orchestrated all this for His amusement. I still have a lot to learn. Walking with humility would have been impossible for my former self, but as Harmony I am no longer alone. I have Someone I can completely depend on.

Recalling Grace’s suggestion, I made the conscious choice to ignore my heart’s will and turn to my Father’s will. I swallowed my last bit of pride and began talking hoping that He would hear me, “I am sorry for getting ahead of myself, for not waiting on You, and…” I took a shaky breath before continuing, “For ultimately thinking that I was better than You.”

For the longest time, it was awkward silence. I even looked down at my sword, but no knew words seemed to appear. I was mentally kicking myself for putting myself out there, when I jolted to an erect stance when I felt a strong hand grab mine. It felt so odd…I furtively glanced down, but I saw nothing. Before I knew it, I was being led by this invisible hand. “You’re here aren’t you?” I whispered. Nearly jumping out of my skin when I heard the accompanying chuckle, I continued. “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Yes,” He firmly replied.

I winced knowing that the King probably heard every single word I had uttered, yet He still stayed with me and continued to lead me.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to teach you Harmony?” Father asked.

I shook my head no before He answered, “You’re so used to completing missions. Even now you want to do the next job on the list.” Even without seeing any facial expressions, just by the tone I can hear the slight censure in His voice. “Before I send you out into the world to accomplish my will, I would rather change your heart first and foremost. I need you to learn to trust me, depend on me, and walk with me.”

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