1 – Psalm 63:3 (ESV) 3 Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.
RAF: Heavenly Father, look and see the times this has ceased to be the case for me – and forgive. The truth of it remains ever true – to truly be loved by the Living God as His very own – what can compare? And still my peace is so easily broken at times. My faith shaken, my joy fleeting and my security seemingly threatened. I often live as though I am not the object of your great love – when all of life (if examined rightly) screams out the very opposite. How dull, and hard and cold my heart can become. At times, in an instant. One moment, rejoicing in your Word, worship and the fellowship of your people, and the next, agitated over trifles. As though your love ought not to intoxicate my being. As if it ought not color every thing I see, filter everything I hear, inform everything I say and bring within the reality of your love – everything I feel. To respond to life as though you are not both Lord over it, and my dearest, Heavenly Father in it. Forgive. And by your Spirit, tune my own heart to yours. Let not a single note of your love for your own fail to stike the accordant string in my own soul. Cause the drenching downpour of your lovingkindess to met by a rising fountain from out of my innermost being. Let me know your love more – but I beg you, give the capacity to love you rightly in return.









