Let's Pray
Dear Jesus,
I didn’t know that I was disappointed.
Am.
I am disappointed.
I know that you’re not done. Just like the woman with the single jar of olive oil in 2 Kings. I vow to take what I have and request what I don’t. I’ll use what I have to fill what you give me. I’m supernaturally equipped. I’ll keep pouring. I’ll pour out your love and patience. I’ll pour out worship, gratitude and thanksgiving.
I still believe you. I give you my disappointment. I’m seeing the weight of my perfectionism crushed by your will. Your will is to cover my imperfections with your perfection. I surrender to it.
In your name, my love.
Amen. It is so.
“I pray with great faith for [myself], because I’m fully convinced that the One who began this glorious work in [me] will faithfully continue the process of maturing [me] and will put his finishing touches to it until the unveiling of our Lord Jesus Christ!”
“My grace is always more than enough for you, and my power finds its full expression through your weakness.” So I will celebrate my weaknesses, for when I’m weak I sense more deeply the mighty power of Christ living in me.”
“Elisha asked her, “What can I do for you? Tell me, what do you have in the house?”
She said, “Your servant has nothing in the house except a jar of oil.”
Then he said, “Go out and borrow empty containers from all your neighbors. Do not get just a few. Then go in and shut the door behind you and your sons, and pour oil into all these containers. Set the full ones to one side.”