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Mar 23

Good morning, Father.
Please cleanse my heart, so it is not broken into many unusable pieces under this weight I feel. Help me to lift it to you, gift it to you, and leave it with you. Life is too big for me right now, and I’ve sunk into survival mode, hanging by a thread — and that thread is you, Lord. So. Let it be. Let everything crumble and fall away around me. Okay. If you are taking everything, it is yours to take. Just let me stand firm on the rock, so that some day I may be in a position to give you glory. Thank you for cleansing my life of all unnecessary things, even my little dog who seems like he won’t even live another month. Ha! I’ve already given up my car, severed it from my heart, so it doesn’t hurt so bad when it sits in the driveway, unusable. I am glad I never even liked that car, never really got attached to it. Never really felt safe in it, like it was a friend. Please help me to rejoice in all that you take away, knowing that you are Faithful, and are just pruning your own garden in me. Help me to keep on trusting you, Lord, even when my heart hurts too bad to even look at it. I just have to give it to you, and do whatever you put before me, as cheerfully as possible. Help me live for you, Lord — not for me, not for comfort, not even for what I can do for you — but just for you. Amen.

 
Psalm 36:5-10 ERV

LORD, your faithful love reaches to the sky. Your faithfulness is as high as the clouds.
Your goodness is higher than the highest mountains. Your fairness is deeper than the deepest ocean. LORD, you protect people and animals.
Nothing is more precious than your loving kindness. All people can find protection close to you.
They get strength from all the good things in your house. You let them drink from your wonderful river.
The fountain of life flows from you. Your light lets us see light.
Continue to love those who really know you, and do good to those who are true to you.

 
Psalm 42 ERV

To the director: A maskil from the Korah family. Like a deer drinking from a stream, I reach out to you, my God.
My soul thirsts for the living God. When can I go to meet with him?
Instead of food, I have only tears day and night, as my enemies laugh at me and say, “Where is your God?”
My heart breaks as I remember the pleasant times in the past, when I walked with the crowds as I led them up to God’s Temple. I remember the happy songs of praise as they celebrated the festival.
Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I tell myself, “Wait for God’s help! You will again be able to praise him, your God, the one who will save you.” In my sadness I say, “I will remember you from here on this small hill, where Mount Hermon and the Jordan River meet.”
I hear the roar of the water coming from deep within the earth. It shouts to the water below as it tumbles down the waterfall. God, your waves come one after another, crashing all around and over me.
By day the LORD shows his faithful love, and at night I have a song for him–a prayer for the God of my life.
I say to God, my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I suffer this sadness that my enemies have brought me?”
Their constant insults are killing me. They never stop asking, “Where is your God?”
Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I tell myself, “Wait for God’s help! You will again be able to praise him, your God, the one who will save you.”

 
Lord, I do not deserve your love or your care. You have done me no wrong. Let me be found faithful to the end. Amen.

 

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