I want more of You. My eyes have wandered unto myself and all I see are my shortcomings and flaws and every other reason why You shouldn’t love me. But that doesn’t phase you, does it? You still love me, don’t you?

My heart is a dark, dark place. I cannot believe that You are constantly up for the challenge of piercing through my pride and self-deprecation to let Your light shine through. Heat me up, Lord. I am passionate for Your name.

Keep on chiseling, Jesus, from the inside out with Your Spirit. The trials and chastening are for my good and for Your glory.

I will stop with the complaining and griping.
You know what You’re doing.