Just Enough Room

I'm going through a process that I don't understand. Mixing a mind who wishes it was a perfectionist,  a heart who wants nothing of the sort, and a God that is bigger than life and just wants me to be obedient and submit doesn't cram into one person too well. Which is exactly why I am a 5'2 human being with not enough room to store all of how I think I am created to be. It's not about me having enough room, it's about opening the door to that room; making just enough room for God to squeeze through and swallow up all of my being to use for his will. Life was created just as human beings were: crammed, constantly moving, evolving, and easily swayed. But we have capability. We have strength and patience and peace. I aspire to be inspired daily by God. I long to carry out a quest greater than my own life. To take God with my steps. God has given me dreams and gifts but at the end of the day my plan of life is not what matters most. My future is not most important. It's who guides my steps and holds me up each day.