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Praying Psalm 40

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Lord, God, Help me to wait patiently for your words, for your moving of the Holy Spirit, for your prompting and prodding of me toward the work you have for me, even if that work is corrective. Convicting. Give me patience and faith not to move forward in my own strength, not to make an idol of my own wisdom or abilities. I need you. I know I do. Give me the humility to remember that. I recount the wonders you have done already-- You have nothing to prove to me. Your grace is sufficient. Overflowing. Overwhelming. Help me to bask in your presence and your provision. Here I am. I have come. I desire to do your will, regardless of the personal cost. Do not withhold your mercy from me. May your love and your truth protect my mind and my heart. I am yours. Amen. taken from Psalm 40

David's Prayer of Confession

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Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me. Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight, so that you are proved right when you speak and justified when you judge. Create in me a clean heart, O God, Renew a right spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of my salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. Psalm 51:1-4, 10-12 image from crestock.com

Doxology

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Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise God, all creatures here below, Praise Him, above all heavenly hosts, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. image from  www.sheetmusicdirect.com

I'm sick and I'd like to get well, ASAP

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Dear Lord, What is your plan here? You want me to learn humility, patience, endurance? I get it. I do. I just feel lousy. My head's exploding, my sinuses are swollen, my nose is red and crispy. I'm a real beauty queen. I walk around with my mouth hanging open so I can breathe, and I haven't slept soundly in days (for fear of suffocation). And--I'm working here. At least I'm trying. I'm hobnobbing with professional writers, asking for critiques, making contacts, self-advocating, trying to be the best version of me--either the fun me or the professional me--I'd take either one today. Instead, I'm allergy me. Stuffy, aching, swollen, tired, throbbing me. I'm a Ny-Quil commercial. And I'm not happy about it. (After all, isn't my life about  me ?) Oh, I get it. No, this is not about me, even though it feels like it should be. It's about YOU. It's always about You, whether I realize it or not. You're just reminding me,