KP is easily one of my favorite humans. I am constantly inspired by her ability to be herself, to make every conversation a hilarious and yet really valuable one, and to make every single person she knows feel like they’re the most important person in the room. If I had a time machine I would go back to when KP’s cousin moved into my neighborhood and make KP move in with her so I could know her an extra ten years.
Recently the Lord has been whippin me with some truth about prayer. The way I come to the Father in sacred prayer is not a way I would say I am entirely proud of and I lack the awe and time in which it deserves. Over and over again, while studying the book of Luke I kept reading ‘Son of David, have mercy on me,’ ‘Jesus, Master, Have mercy on us,’ ‘God be merciful to me, a sinner.’ Why is my posture when coming before Jesus not as these? Why do I act as though I am not needing mercy, not needing to come to the Father on my hands and knees praising and repenting, seeking his merciful face. Have mercy on me O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion, blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. – Psalm 51:1-2. Lord let this be our prayer every second of every day, seeking the undeserving mercy in which you have gifted us!
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