I wrote Dad...

Dear Lord, I took stock today, and I did not like the result, it was all rubbish. All I saw is a selfish little clot called me who is far more interested in being happy than holy.
Lord, it feels like you are millions miles away. I have not lost my faith but it is hard for me to pray, am just hanging on in there knowing someway somehow you are there Lord. I refused to believe my doubts because you are ever faithful. It’s just too late to doubt your faithfulness.

Help me to praise you in this storm. Help me not to question your character but the purpose of this storm. I just cannot see beyond myself. Dusk to dawn, I sigh. I groan in earnest expectation to receive your touch, but none I receive. Lord, it hurts so badly.I realised am nothing without your grace and mercy. Help me not to take it for granted or be tokenistic about it.Lord, help my weak faith. I do not want to lose it even if I lose all other things. My faith in Christ Jesus conquers the world. Let my heart finds its home in you. Let my heart finds its hope in you. Let me rejoice in you always even when it looks like you are not there but I know you are always there. It is all that matters to me, now and always.


Inspired by uninspiring Days.
23rd, March 2010-05-23
10:16pm