I am dismayed these days. I am also experiencing more joy and love than I have in dark ages.
I am going back to work tomorrow, and so this calls for a celebration. I realize that I both love and despise working. I love the people. I despise the people. I am hopelessly flawed.
But You, Christ, You saw a way to love all people, and to serve them in far greater ways than I have ever attempted. I do not understand you capacity to love. What am I but a numb boardwalk; people move on, it seems. I stay the same.
You have placed in me that capacity to love all people. The people who betray me without thinking. The people who scoff at my Lord. At work it is much smaller, but these things get blown out of proportion. How long, Lord, until I am made perfect?
Father, you see the deepest parts of me. Do not let me remain in this way.
2 comments:
Oh, you change, my dear, you change. It's just awfully hard to see it.
somehow, it makes me feel so much better that you love Jesus.
i don't know why, i guess because that means that my love for your writing isn't because its ... i don't know, worldly. i love it because it is truer to Truth than not.
if you get what i mean.
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