The Lord is kind to me, but I am unkind to him. I am unkind because often I neglect him and forget his benefits. I run away from his promises and pursue my own dreams.
Every morning He kisses me with grace and mercy. He allows me to live in His love and so many times I have failed to abide in His love. Yet He pursues me, He chases after me, He prunes me and much less than I deserve, He disciplines me. O, for more of the rod! There are others more holy who are yet under greater strokes than rebellious me.
He is kind to me and I pray each day to be obedient to His ways. For His yoke is easy and His burden light. Let me do away with my own burden and take His upon me, how light should I feel. Very light indeed as if floating through the air of worry.