God, sometimes I don’t understand why I do some of the things I do, or say some of the things that pop out my mouth. I don’t get the concept of “life”. I can’t comprehend You. My brain hurts trying to think of You. No words that I could ever form are even close to describing You. Sometimes, it’s hard to pray, simply because I feel like nothing I can say is ever “good enough”. Sometimes, in fact many times, I don’t even know my own heart. I can’t tell You wants going on because I honestly don’t have a clue. I’m confused. My feelings screw me over, my emotions cloud my thinking. God, what do You want from me?
I don’t deserve You, yet I seek You. I can’t earn Your love, though You know how hard I try. I can't ever succeed. I feel like a failure. Why do You love me? Nothing makes sense. An indescribable God calls me “worthy”? A Father, so perfect and holy that none can bare to look in His face, calls me “daughter”? I’m speechless.
God, I feel like my words aren’t even doing any good. Why do You give me words to write? What do You expect me to do? I feel so small. I’m insignificant. Your Word says that my righteousness is like filthy rags. I’m flaw-filled. Who am I that You would call me “daughter”?
I don’t understand Your ways. I often miss You when You try to meet with me. I forget to look for You. I’m a captive to human thinking, telling You when and how You’re going to speak. Who am I? What gives me the idea that I’m in control? I’m selfish. Who am I that You would call me “daughter”?
I think I know You, but I don’t. Sometimes, I feel like my entire relationship with You is a facade. I allow life to get in the way, yet I keep playing the part. I use You as a stage or a platform, instead of allowing You to be my voice. I’m an actor. Who am I that You would call me “daughter”?
I’m placing all of this in a box: my flaws, my selfishness, my acting, my distractions, my filthy rags, my confusion, my human thinking. These things are like poison to me, killing me slowly, as if I’m unaware. I don’t need it. I don’t want it.
Teach me. I’m desperate. I can’t stay this way. I need You.
Set me free.
Shatter my box.