The Past Week

It usually hits me in the mornings when I wake up - that overwhelming ache to be near Him. I tend to lay in bed for as long as possible, contemplating what the day holds as I muster a little prayer that somehow, by the time I lay my head back down that evening, I'd be a little closer to Jesus than I was when I woke up.

I found myself bawling a little while ago as I was praying simply because I was praying. It could be because I'm a girl and we're just classified criers, but it could also mean that I'm beginning to recognize all the more that I'm only reconciled to Him by Him, even in moments like this. It's not of myself, not any ounce of it. Lord knows I can't do anything by myself, not even pray to Him without the pressing, prodding, and provoking of the Spirit. How often I take Him, His blessings, and His pure grace for granted. How thankful I am that He remembers that we're just dust.

For He knows how weak we are; 

He remembers we are only dust.
Psalm 103:14 (NLV)