Father honestly, I have no idea how to serve you. You know me, I am the one that has failed time and time again. If left to my own devices, I will lose it all again. I will embarrass you, my family and the ministry.
I need your help father or it just will not work. Open my eyes to my blind spots, reveal the areas of my ego and my pride. I repent from trying to share in your glory. Purge my mind. My thoughts are impure and my motives unclean.
I hate to admit, but I sought Glory, not to honor you, but to be impressive to men. The husband you have ordained, I am not. The father you have commissioned, I have desperately failed to be. The friend and confidante you have given me charge to become, I have missed the mark.
I need heart repair and a deep intensive, intravenous love transfusion. What good is it, to be great in the eyes of men and fail in your eyes, to fail the one who loves me most. Teach me how to be a man of God.
Psalms 143:10
“Teach me to do your will, for you are my God. May your gracious Spirit lead me forward on a firm footing.”
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