Recently I was praying for a family member. Deeply concerned for her, I knelt repeatedly and begged the Father for His healing and mercy. As I am wont to do in such circumstances, I made all kinds of promises.
Even as I was making these promises (you know the ones I mean--I'll be more forgiving, I'll be kinder, I'll be ... ), I heard the Father's gentle reminder: All I want from you is your broken heart and contrite spirit.
Of course that is the hardest of all (for me at least) to give. Pride and stubbornness render me unwilling or unable to give what should be a simple thing, a certain sign of my weakness and spiritual immaturity.
So, for today, I am grateful for the Lord's continuing patience with His most recalcitrant child.