Father's Day Sunday, June
18, 2017 (7:15 a.m.)
Holy God,
I'm here this morning
wondering about the phrase “good enough”. And I'm asking You to
guide and direct my thinking and understanding in Your Word.
So often I focus intently on
all the areas in which I lack. The places I fall short. I don't have
a solid grasp of YOUR direction on what “good enough” would look
like.
Proverbs 3:5 and 6 continue
circling in my mind. “Trust in the LORD
with all your heart; do not depend on your own
understanding. Seek His will in all you do, and He will direct your
paths.” This is precisely what I am asking. Direct my path and
understanding, Father.
Depending on the
translation, Your Word has multiple findings for the phrase “good
enough”. Many of them reference what is NOT good enough.
(10:14 a.m.)
And here I smile.
The name of the man whom I
reference as “An A-, why wasn't it an A?” dad in his approach to
encouraging better performance just showed up in a crossword puzzle
answer. My dad's shortened version of his given name is both a noun
and a verb for a skateboard park jump.
Thank You for that smile
God. Thank You for that man. Flawed as he was. He loved us. To the
best of his ability, he loved us. All of us.
The young man who prayed in
church this morning thanked You for “breaking our legs when
necessary and carrying us home.” Yes Father. You do that. You
change our direction. Our focus. Our habits. Our itinerary. Our
understanding.
Holy Father God, I confess
to You right now. I do not have a healthy understanding of what is
“good enough”. I don't know how to stop tilting at windmills. I
look to You. Asking. Seeking. Knocking (Matthew7:7). Wanting
desperately for You to teach me how to do my very best and to know
when and what is good enough for YOU!
You are truly the Father I
want to please. In my thoughts. Words. And deeds. Continue teaching
me exactly what “good enough” looks like to You. I honestly don't
have the concept.
I love You. I long to please
You. And I continue asking (Matthew 7:7) You to guide, direct and
accompany me in my thinking. My choices. My abilities. And my
actions. I love You, Dad. Happy Father's Day. Amen.
(397 words ~ 10:55 a.m.)
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