To forget me
Reading this book about learning to pray like a child again.
Where “we find ourselves in a new story where anything is possible, where we always get what’s best, where miracles happen every day, and where problems are opportunities for a greater experience of Jesus.”
I want that.
To let go of the desire to control my outcomes.
To let go of trying to present everything in order. Because everything isn’t in order.
To stop holding tightly to any of my identity that is not appropriately rooted in Jesus. I know that sounds cliche. I don’t have this sorted out. But that doesn’t sound like freedom.
So, Lord, teach me to forget me.