Dear Father,
if my life must be spent, let it be spent for You. I am imperfect, unworthy, and many times I am everything I shouldn't be. In the eyes of this world I am far from beautiful, intelligent, or even useful. But because of Your love, mercy, and grace I am Yours. With You, through You, and because of You, I can do anything. So Father, put me through the fire, break me, remake me, mold me into what I SHOULD be and USE me for Your glory until You see fit to call me Home.
John the Baptist said that You must increase, and he must decrease. So it must be with me. So often I want to say what I think, how I feel. In all reality, I must die to myself and respond as YOU would have me respond. It is easy for me to become impatient or even angry with people, circumstances, trials, and heartache. In all these things You have commanded that I bring forth the fruits of the Spirit, and not my own feelings. When I am tempted to speak in anger at those who have done me some disservice I must deal with them in love and mercy. In my strength this is impossible. With God all things are possible.
In honesty Father, I do not like this process of breaking, remaking, molding, and fire. It's uncomfortable, unpleasant, and sometimes it just hurts. Yet how else am I to become less of me, and more like You? How else will I become more heavenly minded than earthly minded? I must learn to see things with eternity in view, but can not if I hold on to the flesh. For truly my spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak.
Help me to understand that pain, sickness, thoughtless and unkind people, heartache, loneliness, burdens, tears, disappointment, and trials are but tools to cut away and shape me into what I must become. Help me to yield rather than rebel. Help me to yield sweetly rather than begrudgingly.
If the steps of a good man (or woman!) are ordered by the Lord, and they are, then help me not to doubt You or hold back in hesitation when You ask me to step where I can not see. When I can not see Your ways help me to trust and have eyes of faith to continue onward in spite of the darkness.
Help me not to see people, with their faults and failures (as I am prone to see them!) but rather to see them as what they can become with Your grace. Or simply, help me see others as You see me; with patience, mercy, and compassion.
I can never repay You for all You have done for me, and I can offer You nothing but myself. Take me, and what life I have left and use me in Your service. Pour me out, and use me up. Use my hands to minister, my voice to speak truth, grace, and comfort. Let my ears hear the cry of the hurting, and my eyes be attentive to the needs that You can meet through me.
You said that You chose to use the unwise, the base, the foolish. You take the unlovely and the broken and make them trophies of grace. So there is hope for me!
Father, in the few years that I've been Your child, I have done more to displease You than please You. I have remained silent when I should have spoken, and spoken when I should have remained silent. I have failed You and sinned against You. Sometimes I wonder how You could possibly forgive me ONE MORE TIME. I question in my mind how You could have loved me when You knew that I would often be complacent, disagreeable, and unbelieving.
You are loving when I am not. You are faithful when I am not. You are patient when I am not. You are all things that I SHOULD be. So I know there is still work for You to do in me, and I ask that You help me yield to that.
I ask the You remember my prayer of years past: That You would never have to set my vessel on shelf. But instead to continue breaking, remaking, molding, and putting my through the fire until I become what You would have me be.
Father, I love You, but help me love You more.
In Jesus' name I pray these things,
Amen.
if my life must be spent, let it be spent for You. I am imperfect, unworthy, and many times I am everything I shouldn't be. In the eyes of this world I am far from beautiful, intelligent, or even useful. But because of Your love, mercy, and grace I am Yours. With You, through You, and because of You, I can do anything. So Father, put me through the fire, break me, remake me, mold me into what I SHOULD be and USE me for Your glory until You see fit to call me Home.
John the Baptist said that You must increase, and he must decrease. So it must be with me. So often I want to say what I think, how I feel. In all reality, I must die to myself and respond as YOU would have me respond. It is easy for me to become impatient or even angry with people, circumstances, trials, and heartache. In all these things You have commanded that I bring forth the fruits of the Spirit, and not my own feelings. When I am tempted to speak in anger at those who have done me some disservice I must deal with them in love and mercy. In my strength this is impossible. With God all things are possible.
In honesty Father, I do not like this process of breaking, remaking, molding, and fire. It's uncomfortable, unpleasant, and sometimes it just hurts. Yet how else am I to become less of me, and more like You? How else will I become more heavenly minded than earthly minded? I must learn to see things with eternity in view, but can not if I hold on to the flesh. For truly my spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak.
Help me to understand that pain, sickness, thoughtless and unkind people, heartache, loneliness, burdens, tears, disappointment, and trials are but tools to cut away and shape me into what I must become. Help me to yield rather than rebel. Help me to yield sweetly rather than begrudgingly.
If the steps of a good man (or woman!) are ordered by the Lord, and they are, then help me not to doubt You or hold back in hesitation when You ask me to step where I can not see. When I can not see Your ways help me to trust and have eyes of faith to continue onward in spite of the darkness.
Help me not to see people, with their faults and failures (as I am prone to see them!) but rather to see them as what they can become with Your grace. Or simply, help me see others as You see me; with patience, mercy, and compassion.
I can never repay You for all You have done for me, and I can offer You nothing but myself. Take me, and what life I have left and use me in Your service. Pour me out, and use me up. Use my hands to minister, my voice to speak truth, grace, and comfort. Let my ears hear the cry of the hurting, and my eyes be attentive to the needs that You can meet through me.
You said that You chose to use the unwise, the base, the foolish. You take the unlovely and the broken and make them trophies of grace. So there is hope for me!
Father, in the few years that I've been Your child, I have done more to displease You than please You. I have remained silent when I should have spoken, and spoken when I should have remained silent. I have failed You and sinned against You. Sometimes I wonder how You could possibly forgive me ONE MORE TIME. I question in my mind how You could have loved me when You knew that I would often be complacent, disagreeable, and unbelieving.
You are loving when I am not. You are faithful when I am not. You are patient when I am not. You are all things that I SHOULD be. So I know there is still work for You to do in me, and I ask that You help me yield to that.
I ask the You remember my prayer of years past: That You would never have to set my vessel on shelf. But instead to continue breaking, remaking, molding, and putting my through the fire until I become what You would have me be.
Father, I love You, but help me love You more.
In Jesus' name I pray these things,
Amen.
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