My soul blushes when I think on all that I was before You, Lord Jesus. Cover me with a veil of humiliation so that I might better appreciate the beauty of the cross. When I am consumed by the imagined or trivial offense, remind me that my worst offense was always against You. Enable me by the Spirit’s power to extend forgiveness where it is needed. Grant me access to divine attitudes that will glorify Your Name in the face of perplexing circumstances. Truly, my heart laments when it grieves You, Lord. My soul weeps holy tears of inconsolable torment for those that break Your heart. Let me not be counted among them. Comfort me with the holy reassurance of Your mighty promises. Let me rest in the fold of tender hope that stretches from heaven’s doorway to earth’s footstool. Open my eyes to see angels ascending and descending. Give me glimpses of Your glory. My calamities may be many, but I can take heart because You will overcome them all. Though I am broken, I will be mended. Though I am no stranger to pain, Your nearness dulls the ache. Your grip on me is my security. Let me hold fast to the nail-pierced hand of my Savior. Under the canopy of holiness in the Word of John 1:50-51 and the authority of Christ, I pray.

Jesus said, “You believe because I told you I saw you under the fig tree. You will see greater things than that.” He then added, “Very truly I tell you, you will see ‘heaven open, and the angels of God ascending and descending on’ the Son of Man.”
John 1:50-51, NIV