Bob Hostetler
Lord, I want my soul to be like a weaned child (Psalm 131),
but too often I'm just a baby,
a spoiled suckling in spirit.
I want everything to come easily, truth be told.
But I do want the fruit of discipline and hardship.
I live in the midst of your great works,
which are so often formed in darkness.
So I receive, Lord.
You are, I know, increasing my faith
and thus my joy.
Thank you, in Jesus' name, amen.
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