Abba, I’m ready to be done with this.
Every time I want to forgive him, he screws things up again. Badly. And everyone else hates him too, so it’s not like I have any shortage of people to gripe to. But you call me to forgive my enemies, to heap burning coals upon his head. So why is this so hard? Why can I not give up this anger and hatred and frustration and rage and slander? Why do these sins keep resurfacing time after time after time when I’ve already asked for forgiveness? Daddy, help me! I cannot give up this on my own. But You died for those who hate You. I don’t understand this kind of love. But I want to.
Forgive me yet again and lead me to Your cross to teach me the meaning of love and whole-hearted forgiveness and humility. Because I can’t do this on my own.
Pursue holiness.
Not just a casual walk, not a glance at it, then proceeding to become wrapped up in the things of this world, not even a valiant attempt before you give up. *Pursue it.* Seek after God’s own heart. Run to Christ amid the cacophony of this world. Look intently into the law that gives freedom. Work and strive to the utmost to be righteous. This is what the saints of old were commended for.
