The best I can do
Psalm 15: 1-9
1 O Lord, who may abide in your tent?
Who may dwell on your holy hill?2 Those who walk blamelessly, and do what is right,
and speak the truth from their heart;
3 who do not slander with their tongue,
and do no evil to their friends,
nor take up a reproach against their neighbours;
4 in whose eyes the wicked are despised,
but who honour those who fear the Lord;
who stand by their oath even to their hurt;
5 who do not lend money at interest,
and do not take a bribe against the innocent.Those who do these things shall never be moved.
I sometimes think men and women, or at least my wife and I, see things in a completely different way. In the hours before guests arrive I can see the house as neat and tidy, where as Jo-anne can see dust on tables, dog hairs on sofas, and all manner of chaos.
I think I give things a “pass” far too much and I think my focus is often on “this will do”. I’m not sure God is happy with that.
Life is a gift, not to be squandered on what is just “good enough” but more to be celebrated with “this is the best I can do”.
Lord this is the best I can do
It really is...
I’ve looked at my soul and there are rooms in which I’m scared to tread...
But it’s fine right?
Look, I know there are places I should visit in my heart, but the cost...
It’s fine right?
There’s untapped talents, roads I could travel. I can see them sometimes, but I’m so tired... But that’s fine right?
Father God, I think I need a clear out of my soul, of my heart and a revealing of roads I can only imagine.
Sweep a broom through the rooms I’m sacred to open, make them ready to explore
Cut a swathe to the places my heart should go but cannot yet conceive.
Be a light on the roads still to travel and give me strength
and I know I’m not fine... alright.
Let me do the best I can do.
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