I didn’t know that I was disappointed.
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.