Here’s the prayer:
Lord, you know my words and sentiment before
they are even written, but I am thankful that you make me aware of my need to
write to you this way. You designed prayer like this, such that in connecting
with you I would be connecting with myself.
I adore you, Lord, but not like I adore a
rockstar, a sporting hero, or even my wife or my children. There are limits to
worthiness due certain forms of adoration, but, as far as adoration is
concerned, you alone are perfectly worthy.
You deserve every conceivable accolade, all
the power, glory, wealth, honour, and blessing—you alone. From the heights of
Everest to the depths of the Mariana Trench, and as the hands of time span
outward, reaching to eternity, you still have no limit. You are
incomprehensible.
You saved me. You saved me from lies. You
saved me from the weight of my sin. You saved me from myself, and now, because
I live in you, I have timely release from myself—to be with you; in you.
I confess that I am often not at my best; that
I lose my way; that there are not many thoroughly good ways in me. And there is
so much more to confess, yet I hardly prioritise it enough. Still, your Spirit
convicts me. I cannot get away with anything, and this brings me gladness. You
care so much, in the sincerity of your love; you insist on your servant living
for you. It is my honour to do this; to love you; to serve you; to give over my
life to you. Without you I would be nothing. With you I am everything to you;
so gladdened in heart I am of that truth.
I thank you for your revelation; that you have
made for me a bed to rest in with your Spirit; that you consider me worthy
enough to know you. Your glory is greater than my mind can conceive, and that
you would want to know me—little old me—is bewildering and blissful at the same
time. Thank you for your faithfulness during these past few years where I have
been so thoroughly pushed and tested. It is now, mostly now, I see your
faithfulness, when you carried me.
I ask you, O Lord, to continue to flourish
through my life and bless my situations of obedience, whilst continuing to
rebuke me gently yet firmly for the things I still must learn.
Finally, I beseech you, O Lord, to continue to
work through me and transform me into the likeness of you. Make me more like
you, day by day. AMEN.
© 2013 S. J. Wickham.
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