My mess isn't my laundry pile, my kitchen or my back porch.
Its my heart.
Its not fully living in grace and extending grace to others. And when I don't live in grace..oh the messes that come abounding out from every which direction of my heart. Its nasty!
The bad attitudes when husband suggests we bless someone in an over and above kind of way.
The relationships that I desperately long to have and in an attempt to fix things I only mess it up more.
The unmet expectations- enough said.
The insecurity's that control me.
My prayer is this....Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
-Psalms 51
When I feel like this I remember a dorky song we sang as kids, but the words still fit: "He's still working on me to make me what I ought to be. It took him just a week* to make the moon and the stars, the sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars. How loving and patient he must be: he's STILL working on me!" (*Don't necessarily agree with that timeframe but I like the sentiment.)
ReplyDeleteI like it! Great comparison!
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