Dear God,
Sometimes I’m tempted to rush to the end of my story because the process seems difficult.
I dream of living on the last page for a week just to escape the pain of this middle page.
I wish I could skip this part and get to the bliss you promised.
However,
I know that if I don’t go through this process I won’t appreciate the riches of your grace when I receive them.
I know that this phase helps to show me how human, frail, and incapable I am.
I know that it is only a loving Father who will put his child through this.
So,
With tears in my eyes and weakness written all over me, I renew my consent to You – Continue your work in me.
Continue moulding me as a lump of clay in your hand.
Continue refining me as gold in the fire.
Continue the travail until Christ is formed in me.
In the end,
May my song be “Mercy and Grace brought me here.”
May my joy make the host of heaven smile.
And may my days of weakness strengthen many unborn.
I still trust you.
