My Lord Jesus, and my Father God, how can you use me? Even as you finish a magnificent work through me I slip out of your hands and into my own selfishness. Like a dog, the moment that I find myself cleansed but free I sniff out the nearest mud and roll myself in it.
God, never stop using me, that I might never find myself in such a place again.
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