Lord, I don’t want my tears to be born merely of self-pity, but of confession, repentance, gratitude and restoration. Let my life be poured out as a drink offering, if there be pain let it overflow only to your praise – the praise of your sufficiency.
For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith; in the future there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day; and not only to me, but also to all who have loved His appearing. 2 Timothy 4:6-8
And none to your sufficiency.
Great is your faithfulness to me.
I prepare myself before our time, pre-think each word I say.
I am hungry for your approval.
But my best, my very strongest effort is
Like a child proudly standing with two colored ruffled socks, mix-matched shoes, disheveled ponytails lopsided on the my head.
A drowsy-Christian sleepy head.
You still smile in eternal goodness
At my attempt to be grown up.
“See God, how much I pray,
And my how I’ve kept my home?
I never miss a morning and marked off all my chores.”
But lovely daughter, once I’m on your knee, you say.
That was not my plan for you today.
Come first to me – still rumpled and rough.
I will ready and dress you.
Because today we are going to the streets.
Today you will work with all MY effort
Until you think you’re exhausted
Then find more of me.
Today you won’t need your Sunday shoes.
You missed one, but I am going to leave a smudge on your cheek.
And I will clean, but leave that wound on your knee.
Remember, exhibit my sufficiency.