Oh Lord, You know me well, better than anyone else.
You know my grace-filled ponderings. You also know when I am anxious, angry, disgruntled, unbelieving.
You have a window into my heart that no one else has ever seen. The place where I battle to bring every thought into subjection to You.
I want to dwell on things that are pure and lovely, honorable and true. Sometimes I struggle.
Oh Lord, You love me like no other, even though You know me so well. How is that possible, that Your love goes beyond my ability to be lovable?
I don’t understand Your ways. They are too high, too deep. I cannot grasp Your affection for me. You give love like an ever-bubbling stream, a fountain of fresh life. It washes over me, calling me to climb higher and dwell peacefully in hope.
Why do I worry and stress when I am Yours and You have me in Your hands, working out Your perfect plan? Why do I let anxiety get the best of me? You are my Lord and Savior, my Redeemer and the God who sees me.
You are the Lover of my soul, the Shepherd who leads me beside still waters and restores my soul.
Still my apprehension and my fear as I put my trust in You.
Sunday grace
