from chapter 37 for my 38th year

part of meditations on sin and mercy from whiter than snow
~by paul david tripp

{i needed to read this today.
it's my heart right now.
this is my prayer for my 38th year.
for today.}

a broken and contrite heart, o God, you will not despise.~psalm 51:17

I am too satisfied
with the things I say
the things I do
the attitudes
of heart
that shape my reactions
after day...

I am too skilled
at mounting
plausible arguments
to make me feel okay
about what I think
what I desire
what I say
what I do...

I am too
with the state of things
You and me
too relaxed
with the nature
of my love for You
too able to
my need for Your
In the recesses
of my private
there is so much
that is wrong
that I am able
to convince myself
is right.
There are attitudes there
that should not be.
There are words there
that should not be
There are thoughts
that do not agree
with Your view
of me
and mine.
There are desires
that take me in a
different direction
than what You have planned
for me.
I make decisions
based more on what
I want
than on what
You will.
So I am hoping
wise eyes
that are able
to see through
the cloud of
and see myself
as I actually
I am praying
wise ears
that are able
to hear through
the background noise of
well-used platitudes
and hear myself
with clarity.
And I am longing
a humble spirit
that is willing
accept and confess
what You reveal
as You break through
my defenses
and show me
to me.
I am hoping
a broken heart.


Chris said...

Thanks for this, Georgia. Very thought-provoking...

Savvy Mode SG said...

it's important to stop and think about what is going on in a person's life and how we can make it better by reflecting from the inside. great post.

Claire said...

you have read my heart... thank you for being the humble willing example that you are to me. i pray that this will be the picture of my heart from here on...

Jekisa Jean said...

and you say you are not a good writer...
i am begging to differ my dear...

Georgia (AKA g-bug) said...

oh, goodness! i wish i wrote this. but i did not. Paul David Trip—the author of Whiter Than Snow—wrote it.