Thy Will Be Done

“Although I was seated in a pew, my soul was kneeling at the feet of the Lady before me, the woman who had said, ‘Yes,’ when She could have said ‘no.’ The angel would have sought out someone else, and there would have been no sin in the eyes of the Lord, because God knows His children’s weakness. But She had said,

‘Thy will be done,’

even though She sensed that She was receiving, along with the words of the angel, all the pain and suffering of Her destiny; even though Her heart’s eyes could see Her beloved son leaving the house, could see the people who would follow Him and then deny Him; but

‘Thy will be done,’

even when, at the most sacred moment in a woman’s life, She had to lie down with the animals in a stable to give birth, because that was what the Scriptures required;

‘Thy will be done,’

even when, in agony, She looked through the streets for Her son and found Him at the temple. And He asked that She not interfere because He had other obligations and tasks to perform;

‘Thy will be done,’

even when She knew that She would search for Him for the rest of Her days, Her heart filled with pain, fearing every moment for His life, knowing that He was being persecuted and threatened;

‘Thy will be done,’

even when, finding Him in the crowd, She was unable to draw near Him;

‘Thy will be done,’

even when She asked someone to tell Him that She was there and the son sent back the response, “My mother and my brothers are those who are here with me”;

‘Thy will be done,’

even when at the end, after everyone had fled, only She, another woman, and one of them stood at the foot of the cross, bearing the laughter of His enemies and the cowardice of His friends;

‘Thy will be done.’

Thy will be done, my Lord. Because you know the weakness in the heart of your children, and you assign each of them only the burden they can bear. May you understand my love—because it is the only thing I have that is really mine, the only thing that I will be able to take with me into the next life. Please allow it to be courageous and pure; please make it capable of surviving the snares of the world.”

From Paulo Coelho’s book, By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept


Thy will be done my Lord for we can only plan that which we can imagine, and Your vision is far beyond our imagination. We cannot always quickly see the decisions that You want us to make, the things that You want us to do, the path that You want us to take. But shake us up enough so that we will stop brushing off the signs that You are putting our way. And lastly, give us courage and strength to do Your will once we are able to acknowledge it. Let Your will be mine, and mine be Yours. Amen.

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