You loved me when I was yet unknown. You saw me, raw, bare, my deepest darkest sin, the depths of my heart. And you smiled, not because I was good but because you are good and your creations are beautiful. Your love is deeper than we can fathom. You forgive more than we know. And yet even the sin that remains unnamed in our hearts, you have already forgiven. Deep, pure love like the racing of a river, it cleanses, it guides, it renews. And so it is this time of lent. Not a time of sacrifice, rather a time of recognizing your abundant, faithful, unwavering love. A time of reflecting on your ministry, your life and the way you've touched and transformed mine. How precious is this time! How I don't want anything to steal your face from my eyes. Father, I pray that we will use this time to be filled up by you, renewed and cleansed through you. That we may look to every day with such joy of knowing that you are... have always been and will be. How you bless me father! How you are the keeper of my soul, the maker of my life! The one my heart longs to adore. Fill us again with passion for you, and strength for the work you put before us. I pray that passion would overtake ritual, that real love would consume us... that we would recognize more of you in every minute of every day. That above all else we would live for you.
This is the prayer of my heart.
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