God, I’m not much.
But I will give you what I am.
Sometimes I am hard-hearted and even hateful;
I will give it to you.
I can be angry, selfish, and judgmental.
I will give that to you.
My soul is often anxious, worried, and petrified with fear.
You can have that too.
Every broken piece, every shattered molecule.
Every single rude thought that I have had, every sin I have sinned against you.
Every time I made your heart hurt.
Jesus, I am not much, but I have faith in You.
You are always holding on to me, even when I am not holding close to you.
You are always breaking me, especially when I am too comfortable.
You are always loving, forgiving, never forsaking.
You made me and all 7 billion people that are walking Your earth.
And the 14 billion before us.
And You can create beauty from dust.
“You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” – Psalms 51:16 & 17