A prayer for the frustrated

A prayer for the frustrated;

My God and my King, help me to remember you as such. I seek you far too much as a genie, and though in every step I need you, too often, I only go to you when it is convenient, or when there is no other alternate. There are times when I am uncomfortable to go, because I know you bring conviction, and because there is discomfort in that foreknowledge of coming rebuke. Help me to remember that the end-goal is not in those intermediate feelings, but in the finality of Christ-likeness and seeing you face to face, and even that momentary discomfort brings forth a fuller and deeper relationship as well as a deeper and fuller realization of the grace, mercy, and forgiveness that you are so quick to lavish on one such as myself. That you, Creator, are so good to me! Why! How? All I can do is thank you for that, and press on, such as I am. I am sorry for only seeing you through the rearview, though admittedly, hindsight is the only time I can sometimes; and yet help me to seek and see even during the during and the now.

I am weak and easily frustrated and quick to turn away. I am bettered by lusts, by insecurity, by pride,  by vain endeavors, by worries, by meekness when courage is called for and by brashness when gentleness is needed. And yet, and yet. Yet when I seek you and when I run to you, are you not always there? Sometimes the barest of whispers and sometimes the most thundering of storms. Sufficient is who you are. Loving is your embrace. Steadfast are your mercies. No! Fast and powerful and accurate and unyielding are your mercies. That you are so good to one such as me. Thank you.

Help me to seek you in all that I do. Help me to glorify you in all that I think. As I go, and as I stop. As I stumble, and also as I run. May all things be done with assurance in my heart that you do not abandon and that you do not leave alone. I praise you Father, Son, and Ghost. Though I'm a dim flash in a sea of fire, a raindrop in a hurricane, you heed my prayers and you hear (and delight, that you so delight) my praise. How chances it that the Creator and King and Sovereign and Sustainer and Messiah and Comforter and Teacher and Master and Ruler and all that you are would shower me with grace and love? No chance, of course. You, who know my depths, of sin and of my reliance on you; you are good. And you are kind. And all that I have ever said and all that I ever will say will be but a small iota of encompassing praise.

This prayer is for those trapped in vicious cycles. For those that know you. For those that do not yet wish to know you. For those that will come to know you. For those that you will place within my sphere of influence. For those I will never meet. My prayer is for those frustrated by life, by frailties, by inner turmoil, by external forces beyond their control. May their peace be found in you alone. May their hope rest on your unchanging and fierce and limitless love for us. Thank you for all that you do and for all that you are. Jesus, I love you. Help me to love you more. In your matchless name I pray, Amen.

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Be edified and sanctified.

Also, this is a random message of encouragement for you. So be encouraged.




And on sin's shoulders was forced a burden that broke it.
The weight of grace.