On Ungratefulness

Luke 8:47

[47] And when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling, and falling down before him declared in the presence of all the people why she had touched him, and how she had been immediately healed.

Lord. I am convicted that I don't approach you trembling. I don't approach you in fear and wonder at my life-long fatal affliction has been healed. I come to you in the edges of my "spare time", my requests neatly lined up in one hand and my distracting phone in the other like a teenage rebel collecting his allowance.

Because I am not like the woman in the story… I wasn't merely suffering, looking for a Great Physician. I was dead. Dead in my sins, no hope of any future… and you called me and unmade my sinful bones and swallowed up my self in your glorious new creation.

So forgive my season of ungratefulness. I am not hidden… I have done far more than clutch your hem and I have received far more than physical healing. You are Lord of all and Lord of my heart. Please let me not forget the lesson and to walk in new fear of you. Raise my head and plant my feet. Thank you Lord. In Jesus' name, amen.