I am sorry Lord. I am so sorry for every stubborn pump of this rebellious heart. How I wish it were simpler. Maybe I would have gotten to where I needed to be by now if not for the hysterical unreliable mess that is me.
But the road has been long, and the night, endless. The faint whispers of Your promise, all but drowned out in the wild, wild wind. It is hard for me to admit this, but somewhere along the way, I think I gave up. The extent of my own weakness shocks me. I thought I was stronger, I thought I was stronger.
Make me a child again. Teach me simple trust again.
I don’t want to fight anymore.
I once asked for mercy for this journey. I never knew just how much I would need it.