My Cry

We are so broken. I don't know what other word would describe it better. Broken. We're more broken than we know. We're so stained with the filth of our past. So scarred. There's so much baggage we carry. We're so desperately broken. Point us to that cross Father. Please. God, grant repentance that leads to life. We've made other things and other people our source of joy and life and by grace You're taking these things and having them self-destruct in our faces ... whatever they may be. Be our all-satisfaction God. You're enough. You're worth it. You're worth it. You're life. You're our chief end. You're our prize. You're our reward. You're the good news.

Encourage this weary, tired soul. Sometimes I just don't want to believe that only You save and only You can transform hearts. It'd be so much easier if I could do a checklist of things to accomplish this or that but this is not how You crafted it. So in the midst of my doubt, anxiety, and vast unbelief, Father, hear my cry to call these people to Yourself for Your namesake. Show off Your power in transforming hearts. If I'm honest, I just feel like it's all so hopeless ... That there's no way. Please father, humiliate me with a demonstration of Your power.

Glorify Yourself Father. Hear my cry.