Lord, You have destroyed me multiple times over. You build me up just to crush me again. I know it's for Your glory and my good. And though I know it's coming, it still hurts every single time. It hurts every single time. I know You are making me new I know You are making me new But it hurts. Oh God, it hurts. After You wound me, mend me. After You inflict me, comfort me. After You have broken me, put me back together. Take out what is sinful in me and replace it with righteousness. Remove my iniquity and make me more like Christ. Even though it hurts. Oh God, it hurts. This is what it means to be made more like Christ. Partaking in His humiliation, So I can take part in His glorification. To be made broken and then molded again. This is what it means to be clay in the hands of the Potter. To be destroyed in order to be made more whole. Crushed to be more like the One who was crushed. Help me to submit, with joy Knowing the outcome far surpasses the suffering. Help me to gladly bow, Under the weight of Your sovereignty. Change my heart anew, change my heart anew. To gladly receive all that Your loving hand throws at me. Blessed are the waves that throw me against the Rock of Ages. Blessed are the Hands that wound me.
