i need to pray more than i need to do anything else.
i see the house with the table laid out for me and i wonder how to get inside. when i have no key and to break a window would mean i was little more than a thief…how do i get into the life i know is there but i can’t reach?
the world offers a counterfeit. a counterfeit love, an impostor confidant. with friends like these who needs friends? but i stand in line to buy the world’s wares and i give the false promise my whole life.
and i end up with less than i ever thought i would have.
jesus tells us to pray. so i try. i try to pray to god. it’s more like i land exhausted in a heap before the feet of a grace-eyed father. he tells me again it’s not about me and what i do or don’t do. i let him push my hair back from my face, pick me up and bring me in. he unlocks the door, slips a key in my pocket, gets another chair, he sits me at the table and sets the food before me – and he is pleased to do this.
god does what i can’t.
he teaches me how to love by loving me.
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god redeeming my brokenness