Letters From An Unworthy Servant

Dear God,

I made no promises of perfection. I’ve failed time and time again, and it eats at me every time. My promise wasn’t that I would be perfect, but that I would give you everything. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like I do, that’s why I groan for mercy. I’ve given you my sins, my failures, and my flaws time and time again, but why do I always have an again? I thought I’d be further along by now. I guess I thought I’d have it all figured out by now. Tbh, I guess I thought I’d be sinless now. But how do I give you all of me every day? That’s the hard part, the everyday part. I have some good days and some bad days. I have some days where I feel like God can really use me, then I feel like I give God reasons why He shouldn’t use me. Trust me, God, I’m trying. But am I trying hard enough?? Truly, I don’t know because some days I feel like I do, then there are days I feel like I don’t. God help my consistency as I come to Mount Zion, where the spirits of just men are made perfect. Continue to lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Maybe one day I’ll figure it out, but I know Your grace will always be enough. I hope you hear my heart, God. These are just letters from your unworthy servant, Zikora.

“So you also, when you have done everything you were told to do, should say, ‘We are unworthy servants; we have only done our duty.’ ” — Luke‬ ‭17‬:‭10‬ ‭NIV‬‬