Father, Lord Jesus, I worship you. You are perfect. I am so far from perfect. Please, come make your home here with me and make me perfect.
Father, Lord Jesus, I worship you. I know, Lord, that if you wanted to, you could flip a switch and make me perfect. I could be just like Jesus. Perfect. Son of God. But if you don’t want to flip that switch today, let me settle for incremental growth. Lord, help me be a little bit better than I was yesterday.
Why are we all not more like Jesus? Are we trying anymore?