I know I haven’t been faithful,
I am easily distracted by earthly clamors.
I am trying to follow Your will and Your way, the Way of Love.
But I am too dense, and sometimes I don’t understand.
Please make Your way clear for me,
and keep it simple. I need You to say
“Hey kid, wrong way, this way!” Thanks.
Your Beloved Child.
May Your love fill my heart with gratitude,
even when I am asleep.
Doubt pulls me down into murky waters, and I feel myself struggling. I struggle to trust, I struggle to love, and I struggle to find the strength to keep going. Please help ignite the fire within, so I may rise above. May Your sustain me as I swim ashore to find solid footing.
I am so lost that I feel even You can’t guide me home. Hopelessness seems close…and yet I trust in Your love.
Your love and light guides me back on the path.
Sometimes I falter and fall,
but I know you are there to lift me up.
May Your love guide me through
the bumpy roads of life.
My spirit has been in slumber.
Please stir my spirit to life, so I may fill
my thirst with Your love and
not with the false promises of the world.
beloved, I am not worthy of your love, and yet you love me. I cringe before the light of your love, because I have been lost in darkness so lost. i seek your face, and yet run when you turn towards me. my words are all for vain, because they do no justice to the deep longing i feel; i am completely lost without your love. your love gives me wholeness and purpose, and yet i am afraid to completely rest in you. i am a child of chaos, and sometimes the emptiness and darkness feels more normal than the safety and warmth of your love. help me be content with being at peace, instead of jumping into the abyss. i am not worthy of your love, but time and time again you embrace me over and over. your forgiveness and grace flows abundantly towards me and every wayward child. i keep hearing echoes of your voice, “if you want to get to know me, get to know my kids.” your children like me are not always likable; they sneer, lie, and break each others hurt over and over. every time i want to run, you call me back home to you. you tell me to trust, love, forgive, and then pass on how you love me to the rest of your kids. maybe this time, i’ll finally listen. this time i will stay in your embrace, and learn to love as you love. thank you for your love, and i hope to love those who think unworthy of your love.