Because also Christ once for sin did suffer — righteous for unrighteous — that he might lead us to God, having been put to death indeed, in the flesh, and having been made alive in the spirit. – 1 Peter 3:18
I am sometimes afraid to pray. I am apprehensive and embarrassed at the thought of asking for too much. How can I know when it’s too much? Is there a limit to blessings?
Father, I am here. I am serving. It is my delight to obey You. Your precious miracles sing to me daily, assuring me that You are there. The four winds that intertwine with the leaves are evidence of Your Love for us. The seeds placed by human hands bringing the birds who give life to the bare and fragile branches. The one flower that suddenly bloomed from the dry and brittle tree revealing to us that nothing ever dies.
I am a mere shadow compared to your light. Your son gave his life to forgive our sinful ways, even when we were not worthy of such a gift. We bow to you for such a symbol of forgiveness and agape love.
Almighty God, is it too late for you to have hope for me still? Are you sorrowfully discouraged and disappointed in my actions on earth? I beg for forgiveness for my selfishness. Don’t lose faith in me, for I am learning as I go. I hold my heart and hand it to you for comfort. I know it’s so much to ask, but I need to know that you are still there. Will You help me and reassure me You love me, simply because… “I am Your Child!”