Oh, it’s been a crazy week. My emotions have leapt to great heights and have stooped to deep lows. I have found myself trying to “be good” and falling short.
My greatest disappointment, however, is that I thought very little of You. I woke early, rushed to get dressed, drink a cup of coffee, and off to work. There I spent little time with you though I spent most of my hours working alone–perfect moments for communion. You brought many people into my days and yet because my eyes were not on You my love and service to them were limited. I did little to no good in blessing and loving others–I never asked what You wanted me to say or do.
So here I am; a lone, empty soul needing Your refilling. I am a cup who has run dry and a spring who is giving out bitter waters. And most of all, I am one girl in this great universe and I am feeling alone and afraid. Yet, your word is very clear:
“Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is, so are we in this world.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.” 1 John 4
Papa, Lord Jesus, I claim as truth Your word which says that You knew me from the beginning of time. I claim for truth Your word which says that Your thoughts for me are too numerous to count. I claim Your promises of the greatest sort of love and the most real forgiveness. I claim Your love for me and, Papa, I delight in it. And I claim Your amazing promises of grace . . . thank You for giving to those who seek and those who knock. My knock is feeble Lord but I trust that You hear it.
Your daughter bought by Your blood,