Father, we come . . .
weary slaves to our desires.
our burden is our lack of patience.
You remind us that we have the power to live free.
we do whatever we think we can to feel better.
our pride makes a fool of us.
You remind us that this life is about persevering.
we are inept to contain even our weariness.
our character is shaped by our disappointments.
You remind us that our hope comes in the breaking of us.
wounded soldiers we press on.
our gratitude is for the process.
You remind us this is the perfecting of us.