In the morning, O Lord, I will direct my song and my prayer unto You and will look up. (Psalm 5:3)
O Lord. I feel so weak. So helpless. So unworthy. So guilty. So lazy and so unqualified. I feel fleshly, not spiritual, and burdened, not free.
If You were to mark iniquities, O Lord, surely I would be the first to fall.
Thank You for grace. Thank You for Thy infinite mercy.
Thank You that this is not about me.
It’s all about Thee. Thy riches, Thy supply, Thy will, and Thy honor.
I have no words to say how liberating that is.
Thank You, Father.