Strength For Today

Sometimes I ask God to help me to never again fall into sin. Never again commit the same sin.

Strangely, that prayer has never been answered. Or not so strangely. For I, like most humans I know, am human. I am frail.

This past Sunday as I wrestled with personal disappointment over my own frailty, I found myself asking God for help not for the next forty years, but for the next seven days. As the prayer was formed in my heart, I found myself encouraged.

God is big enough to help me for seven days. But when I seek forty years of perfection? I think I've been not asking God for help so much as I have been making God promises. Promises I cannot keep. I know I cannot keep such promises because I've made them on a series of occasions that stretch back for decades. I have shown God that I am not faithful.

But over the next seven days, I have a feeling that God is going to show me that He Is Faithful.

And in seven days we can do that prayer again.