The Glory Goes to You, Heavenly Father

 You are the Judge of the earth.  Rise up! [Psalm 94:2]

Teach me in the way You choose, not my will but Thine.  To You i cry out for mercy for my wicked tongue.  i praise You for caring about each of Your children individually.  Please take account for every hair on my head and heal me from this ailing heart that causes so much pain and discomfort.  i know that it is Your will to glorify Yourself by restoring me to full health.  i give You all the praise.  Because of resurrection power You are able to use the medical professionals and the medications they prescribe to cure what ails me.  The glory goes to You, Heavenly Father.

As i keep my eyes focused on You, Lord, i know You will pluck my feet out of the net.  Look on my affliction and my pain and forgive all my sins!  Don't grow silent from me, for i don't want to return to the pit.  Always have Your ear leaning toward me whenever i cry out to You. May i always be connected to the heavenly realm and be very alert and conscious when it comes to praising You. 

i treasure life in the past.  i'm always being nostalgic, talking to myself, reminiscing about "back in the day."  i'm reading and not texting at the luch table while people snicker and sneer and that makes me aware that i'm doing what's right.  i'm becoming a better Christian because i've never felt like this before about being a Christian.  This is a time of revival for me.

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