Sweet and tender is Your mighty presence, O Lord God Almighty. Pull Your servant out of the sticky mire the enemy trips me up with. In Your powerful grace, unwrap me from the tangled mess of wounded love so that You can completely restore and replenish me through the refinement of suffering. Father, give me strength to live holy surrendered as You touch the face of my heart to turn it toward eternity’s beautiful horizon. Keep making me. Keep shielding me. Keep adoring me as only You can, Jesus. Though I may give up on myself, I will draw strength from the truth that You will never give up on me. My heart rejoices that I am the object of Your pursuit, God. Under the truth of Ecclesiastes 3:11 and the authority of Christ, these prayers are a fragrant offering to my God, whom I love.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart,
yet so that he cannot find out what God has done
from the beginning to the end.
Ecclesiastes 3:11, ESV