whore.
The faith and trust of a
child.
Dependent and expectant of You
alone.
Let my body be just that, a
body.
A body to go where you send
always.
My spirit I like to think is willing…
but.
My flesh I think is what’s holding me back…
but.
How hard am I really trying?!?
Do I live in the day that is here
now?
A whore washed your feet
God.
Gave everything she had, all her precious perfume.
Along with ratty tainted hair
Washed YOUR feet.
I deserve nothing you
give.
No place in Heaven, no spot in Your
heart.
Yet still You let me serve you.
Allowing me to love the best I can.
Letting me wash Your feet.
With my knotted dirty hair.
Lord, give me the heart of a
whore.
The faith and trust of a
child.
As a child knows that it will be provided for.
With an imagination full of
faith.
Untainted trust with no reason to not
believe.
A devotion and dependence on
You.
Lord, give me the heart of a whore.
That was beautiful and I’m praying for you daily….I pray for your clinic as it has a special place in your heart…love you always and thinking of you more
Girrrrrrrrrrl!
I love you.
praying
Brittany how I love and miss your massive heart!