Lord, I Screwed It Up

Father God, the more I want to get things right, the more wrong it gets. I want to please You. I want to make a surprise for You. But look, I mess things up and my handmade turns so ugly. Lord, I screwed it up.

I miss the plane, the bus, the train, the whole shebang. All I have left are my sandals and clothes I am wearing. But Lord, I am walking. Take my hands. Holy Spirit, come.

I surrender. When You are in control, nothing can go wrong. I embrace my past, my mistakes, the way I screwed up. I embrace all with Love. With Your grace, I forgive myself. I accept how weak I am. I am nothing, but You are everything. So, what shall I be afraid of?

Lord, I want to make things beautiful but I don’t know how. I cast myself in Your arms. When my eyes are welling up with tears, You are the One who wipes it. Your mighty hands caress my heart so it can smear with Heavenly aroma once again. My joy, my pain, my disappointment, my victory, they are all part of the unfinished poem of my life.

Help me to love. Enlarge my heart to contain more of Your love. I want to bring those love to the wounded hearts. Lord, here I am. Mold me and shape me according to Your liking. I surrender. When I unite my bitterness in You, it turns into sweet incense so refreshingly invigorating to my soul. Let this incense rise up to be offered for souls. Souls that long to be with You. Break me so my brothers can eat. Squeeze me so my sisters can drink. You are the Taste within me. Let them taste You when they taste me.

For to the One I love,
Bro Chan