When did we become separated from you, Lord? There is nothing I need more than to be one with You again. Inseperable. The earth is the Lord's and everything in it. Giver of life - life itself. When did we ever think we had life in ourselves? You, Lord, are the way, the life, and the truth. My life. Restorter of what is broken. You say, blessed are those who mourn. This morning I mourn for all that has been lost, for every moment in right relationship is precious.
Forgive me for thinking I could live any kind of good life apart from You. Even in prayer, I only ask for you to deal and enter into one small part of my existence. Take care of this for me, and all will be well. Lord, forgive. I am like a smashed pot, with no resemblance of what I should have been. Created in Your image: Deut. 32:39; 2 Kings 20:5-8; Job 5:18, Psalm 6:2, 41:4; Isa. 19:22, 57:18, 19; Jer 17:14, 30:17, 30.
This I say to you. You can begin again! Psalm 17:24; Hebrews 13:5
In His Love, a work in progress.
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