2/1/2023
Gracious Lord, I come to you this morning, clutching a cross I feel unworthy to touch. And You gently welcome my heart despite it all. I feel it, the way I can be wholly whole honest when it’s just us-You and I. I can tell You of the daily crosses I still keep carrying even when You’ve said to lay it all down at Your feet. When my burdens are laid down, if I still hold splintered remnants, help me treat them as refining thorns instead. Help me meet You continually as you turn the thorns into healed scars, beauty marks, polished continually for Your glory-places and spaces of grace, wholly holy whole healed. Amen & amen.
