Master and Almighty,
you created all that is. Nothing is, that you don’t rule over.
And yet I struggle… With faith? Maybe… Trust? No… HOPE
Savior! My hope is built on so many things but you when I am weak. How can my pride go so unchecked? Your Holy Spirit lives in me and somehow I can hide things away inside? … I guess not for long.
I hate the lies that lead me to hope in things other than you. My Intellegence, my strength, my charm, my forsight, my talent. All are foolishness.
Oh and then I ask for Holiness tonight and you allow me to feel the truth of my tiny stature in light of spiritual truth. Truth like the evil one seeking to devour. And what is my first response, rest on my physical strength, reach for earthly weaponry.
How fickle I am.
But you have marked me with the rest of the saints and royal priesthood. Thank you Father that it doesn’t rest on me. And so you come God as the comforter and shine the light of real truth into darkness fanning the flame that burns with a cage of human rib called Glenn, Called Beloved, Called Redeemed.
So “I will both lie down and sleep in peace (tonight) for you oh Lord make me to dwell in safety.”
I will rest in you and I will rise in you. In your strength I will face my tomorrow. I could strive further and longer, but you have called me your own and I have learned the better way.
Guard my heart and my mind as I sleep.
My Hope is YOU
AMEN
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