Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Dear God,

The I in me means nothing without the You in me.  My little I fades without You.  I am meaningless without You.

Sometimes we set ourselves up as gods, idols.  We glory in our own self.  We lift our self up and want others to do the same.  But why?  The story of my I ceases to exist without You.  If there is lifting to be done, let us lift up you, your name, your glory, your power, your love, your mercy, and your grace.  All these things have great merit and need to be lifted up for the world to see, to know about, and to reach for.

Help my little I to point to You, O Lord.

Point me
in your direction,
Great and Powerful God.
May you
always point me
to home.
May I
find my way
in you.

Love, Andrea