I’ll pray the words, “God use me” and then be mad at how you do.
I’ll sing, “I’m open” and then shut down when your will isn’t done my way.
I forget you care.
I forget you’ve felt pain.
I take my pain of not being able to have more babies and forget that yours died.. for me..
I hold onto what it has cost me to have the miracles. I forget the cost of the cross is why I’m able to have them.
I hold onto having relationship with you that I forget you’re holy.
Your holiness is why I can worship.
Your holiness is why I’m breathing.
Your holiness is why you’ll keep getting my yes.
Your holiness is why.