But You are

I'm not patient. 

But You are.

I'm not still.

But You are.

I'm not proactive.

But You are.

I'm not strong.

But You are.

I'm not put together.

But You are. 

I'm not the best 

But You are.

I'm not able.

But You are.

I'm not enduring.

But You are.

I'm not in control.

But You are.

I'm not perfect.

But You are.

I'm not free.

But You are.

I'm not always well.

But You are.

I'm not courageous.

But You are.

I'm not sure.

But You are.

I'm not whole.

But You are.

I'm not where I want to be.

But You are. 

Abba Father I want to be where You are.  Be where I am because I'm here.  

I said, “You are gods; 

you are all sons of the Most High. However, 

you will die like men 

and fall like any other ruler.” 

(Psalms 82:6-7 HCSB)

Sometimes it's learning to die like mere immortal men but live like gods that becomes tricky.  We are gods in decaying bodies, but God will raise us up.  I need to fix my eyes on Him.  His promises.  Otherwise I see too much immortality.  I need to see what I know is true: that God loves me and that He is with me all the time, especially in times when my imminent death feels threatening.  Death starts to threaten me by taking away my value, stripping me of worth, and yelling at me to hurry and do something to avoid the sting.  But there is no more sting of death.  I am in Christ.  I can rest.  So here I am, and I present myself to God.  Just as I am.  The only thing I am certain of about myself is the above.  I want to be more certain about the truth about God.   That's my prayer. 

Jmegrey