How could I ever give You, what was made of You, made from You, and made for You!

What a fool I am… to ever pray in a hurry!

How could I forget Who created time itself

MY time, our time, ALL time?

Lord, forgive me for every minute I did not give back to You,

for using the very time, You gifted me

without remembering it came from Your hands.

Forgive me when I forget to use the breath You gave me

to thank You for Your love, for Your blessings, for the very breath itself.

The same breath You breathed into Adamm moves through me

and still, I forget.

The air in my lungs isn’t mine.

It’s Yours. It’s borrowed. It’s sacred. It’s You.

Forgive me, Lord, for rushing through my days,

checking boxes, chasing dreams,

believing I’m building something lasting

when everything I have comes from You,

and everything I am, belongs to You.

How foolish I am to think I can “give You my heart,”

when it was Yours before I ever learned how to love.

You formed my heart.

You beat it into existence.

You are my heart.

And yet… You wait.

You wait so patiently

never demanding, never scolding

just waiting for me to remember.

So here I am, Lord.

Late, as always. Still remembering. Still breathing. Still thanking You.

For time. For breath. For love. For You.

Because how can I ever give You, what was made of You, made from You, and made for You!

-Judith Abraham