A while ago, I journaled this prayer after reading about Jesus healing the lame man in the book of Mark. The prayer keeps coming back to me, more potent than before. I thought it was worth sharing.
Abba,
I am so quickly overwhelmed by my imperfections--physically, emotionally, intellectually ,spiritually. but instead of healing my lame feet, you say, "Daughter, your sins are forgiven." What? I think you forgot. I came in with a different problem. But you knew my need. Yes. You knew. needed to be right with You. So you forgave me. Remade me. You told me my identity should be wrapped up in my forgiven-and-loved status with you. I need to quit seeing my lame feet and rejoice in my free heart. You are what I need, not an A+ intellect and perfect performance. You are what I need, not affirmation through the respect of my peers and colleagues. You are what I need. Help me rest in the Gospel as a beloved daughter, and, freed from fear, carry on with strength and (your) wisdom.
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And there's more.
But long and short of it-- He has a better perspective and a better plan.
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