The daily prayer blog of Bob Hostetler, a writer from southwest Ohio whose 40+ books include The Red Letter Life and the novel, The Bone Box. He is also a frequent speaker at conferences, retreats, and churches around the world.
Lord, is no one faithful anymore?
Is none loyal? Dependable? Faithful?
Or is it--as it seems--that all are liars
and deceitful, conniving people.
I would pray for you to silence all the above,
if I weren't often guilty, too.
My tongue gets me into trouble.
My lips are far from pure.
I tell myself I'm better than many,
but since when is that the right measurement?
When have I ever profited from defending myself
instead of relying on you to be my righteousness?
Your words, Lord, are flawless,
like silver poured from a crucible,
like gold refined seven times.
You alone can keep me safe
and make me right.
You alone can save me
from the deceit of my own heart.
The trail always looks different going back
than it did coming on,
and I am on the homeward trail.
No matter how long my trek may take,
let me walk it well,
without losing my way,
without going astray,
and let others who cross my path
be better in some way,
for having done so, in Jesus' name, amen.