A TALK WITH GOD

 Oftentimes I just need to talk or share with you God.  So I write to you now for a multitude of reasons all of which you know already. And the fact that  you know already and see right through me, is one of the reasons I write to you:  I will have to be honest.   You won’t be fooled by lame excuses and half-truths about myself.

First, I want to thank you. Oh, there are so many things to be thankful for:  so many.  I am especially thankful that you have tenderized my heart to the suffering of others.  It wasn’t this way before.  We both know that this isn’t the me that would be if it weren’t for you working within me.   I praise you for that, and I am thankful that you found me worthy of tenderizing. 

In the world, there seems to be a vast sea of deadened hearts untouched by the offering of the warmth of your love.  And, as I sense the chill in the world,  I realize the value for good of just one heart that can be warmed by you; changed now and eternally.  You have given me the only value I have.  But oh, I have so many rough edges, Lord.  You know  I am not where I  want and need to be, but I am glad I am on Your road.  So lead me on, Lord,  warm,  and tenderize me even more. I want to be the child I can be in Your Kingdom. “Your power and glory let them shine through me.”

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