grateful

No limits to gratitude. To how much is appropriate. To how much is possible. Not even within human limits. Just because the grateful one has to sleep, this does not limit how worthy our God is of our gratitude. There is more due than a human can produce. I must be content with the knowledge that you, Father, will receive what is yours.

In the mean time, I will do my best to do my best to do my best, to say thank you, Father.
My best just ain't good enough.

This really is thematic at the moment. The certain knowledge that I can not get it all right, but that I can always do my best.

I want my best to be good enough, so I never fail anyone, and no one is ever disappointed with me, and no one is ever angry or upset with me. Clearly, I am in the season where that disease is in need of dying. I just wish it would die soon, and without any pain for me. Ah, fantasy.

I want to be content with the fact that, despite the response of others, I will always do my best. That can become, maybe is, an idol too.

How do I stay lost in your love and splendor, Father? How to I find ALL of my satisfaction in the One Thing? Help me.