Who can discern their errors? Free me from my hidden faults. —Psalm 19.2
God, I do not even know the ways I distance myself from you, the wonder I pass by without notice, the glory I sleep through. I can't suspect the ways I hurt you, fall short of your desire for me, fail to be who you lead me to be. I believe the little lies I tell myself; I bow to my secret fears. I don't even know what it would be to love as I have been loved. I miss the hurt I cause more often than I notice. I share in people's wounding and unfreedom in ways I can't see. How often think I'm doing the right thing! Forgive me, for I do not know what I am doing. Forgive me for not knowing. Forgive my hidden sins, and if they can't be removed at least bring them out of hiding. Wake me up. Don't let me think I have such a small inheritance: let me see—let it overwhelm me— just how immense is the forgiveness I need, and you offer. O God, your love I receive without even knowing why.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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