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Trishie
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Forgive my judging of You, Lord (because this is what we are basically doing when we doubt God’s mercy.)
Lord God, forgive me when I judge You in my heart…because Your response appears delayed or absent, I may in my concern or grief begin to doubt Your willingness to assist someone I yearn to help. Forgive me when I doubt the reality of Your personal love for each of us.
To judge Your merciful love, by lack of sustained trust and hope in You, makes me feel miserable, helpless, and unworthy, Lord God. I am taught that You are supreme love and goodness. Therefore, it is only my lack of wisdom and insight, taunted with human weakness and pain, that causes my disillusion and doubt. Please forgive me, and if You will, help me to grow past such judgement of Your compassion and power.
Pardon those times when—even as I acknowledge that You love each person and that each person is Your favourite—I nevertheless judge that You cannot love me so much. Forgive me when—while I acknowledge that You understand and forgive all—I feel that I am too insignificant, too petty of being, too muddied in prayer and fault, for this to really apply to me.
Within myself I see a poor person indeed. However I know that Your mercy embraces all of these things, but I cannot always feel that it does. Please forgive me, and pardon those of my dear ones and of all individuals who judge You unjustly, and who abandon You in their discouragement.
Lord God, forgive me when I judge You in my heart…because Your response appears delayed or absent, I may in my concern or grief begin to doubt Your willingness to assist someone I yearn to help. Forgive me when I doubt the reality of Your personal love for each of us.
To judge Your merciful love, by lack of sustained trust and hope in You, makes me feel miserable, helpless, and unworthy, Lord God. I am taught that You are supreme love and goodness. Therefore, it is only my lack of wisdom and insight, taunted with human weakness and pain, that causes my disillusion and doubt. Please forgive me, and if You will, help me to grow past such judgement of Your compassion and power.
Pardon those times when—even as I acknowledge that You love each person and that each person is Your favourite—I nevertheless judge that You cannot love me so much. Forgive me when—while I acknowledge that You understand and forgive all—I feel that I am too insignificant, too petty of being, too muddied in prayer and fault, for this to really apply to me.
Within myself I see a poor person indeed. However I know that Your mercy embraces all of these things, but I cannot always feel that it does. Please forgive me, and pardon those of my dear ones and of all individuals who judge You unjustly, and who abandon You in their discouragement.
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