I am thankful for God's grace.
I alone can do nothing, be nothing.
Grace- the undeserved gift I receive daily. By confessing and repenting of my sins, God pours on another helping of grace.
My daily walk is like an Etch-a-Sketch. I start out making deliberate, thoughtful moves, thinking only how I want to please God. Then something goes wrong, maybe hurt feelings, maybe laziness or selfishness and soon my Etch-a-Sketch is marked with lines I hadn't planned to make. Scribble-scrabble lines that I know are not the marks of the plan God has for me. Deeply ashamed of the mess I have made (again) I reluctantly hand my mess over to God. I'm such an awful sinner and just can't see how God could still have patience with me. I await words that convey His disappointment in me. But God gently turns my Etch-a-Sketch over in His hands and says, "Here my child, try again."
Thank you God for your never ending grace and mercy. I ask that you direct each step I take, capture my thoughts and let them be pleasing to you. Use any talent I may have to share your love with a hurting world. Keep my thoughts off me and on you. Your grace is truly amazing! I am in awe of your patience with me.