musings

 The way You love. It’s the standard. Not the exception. You know my sin, I just haven’t been brave enough to confess it in my prayers. You don’t punish or castigate me. You let Your love, Your Holy and Precious Word do it. The Word is doing its job. Now let’s see if I can do what is called of me. Let me be a child of unwavering faith. A steadfast hope rooted in the model of the Triumvirate. 

My words aren’t meant to be perfect. They aren’t the ones given to the Son. Make my words mirror my actions. Make me worthy of the call. I’m not equipped. I’m called. Honestly, if I’m open and upfront, there is nothing redemptive about my life. The only thing I hold onto is the grace You humbly bestow on your servant. 

Let me be happy and content. All in one. In what You do. In who You are to me. Most importantly, be reminded that my job is not to do yours. 

Have a beautiful day friends. 

Regine