Sunday, December 14, 2014
(5:39 a.m.)
Blessed, Holy Father God,
Thank You. Thank You for
Your patience with us. Thank You for loving us so much.
I confess. I'm still
practicing. And all too often it seems the more I practice the worse
I get. Thank You that You are perfect and You sent Your perfect Son
to protect us from ourselves (Romans 4:23-25).
Thank You that I get to mope
and pout and wander and wonder and mope and pout some more and the
very moment I turn back to You, Your light of Truth shines through.
Thank You that You are light. Thank You that You are Truth.
Thank You that as I came to
Your Word searching for confirmation of Your patience with us, my
mistake in turning to Romans 15:5 took me instead to chapter 5, verse
6. Thank You that even in our mistakes we are blessed. Verse 3 even
speaks to that.
“We can rejoice, too, when
we run into problems and trials, for we know that they are good for
us – they help us learn to endure.” I confess to not doing a lot
of rejoicing lately. Grousing? Yes. Grumbling? That too. Forgive me I
pray.
You have provided our every
single need. You've blessed us with so very many extras. Forgive me
for looking past all the wonders and blessings and focusing instead
on the wishes of an unknowing, immature heart.
Blessed Father, I love You
so much. As we continue preparing our hearts and our homes for the
celebration of the birth of Your Precious Son, guide and protect from ourselves.
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