Lord, teach me to allow you to love me. Lord, open my eyes more and more to see myself how you see me and not the smallness that I see when I look in the mirror. Lord, I don't want pride, I want your unconditional extragavant love, not for myself, Lord, I know that you love me but, Lord for others. I want to be so full of your love that I no longer operate out of fear, out of shame, out of need. But Lord, that your outrageous love for me would cause others to desire and know that outrageous love for themselves.
Lord, teach us, your daughters... your precious little girls to receive love. Lord, we have been hurt by what is called love. Lord, teach us to open our hearts to you. To trust you in such a way that we are changed. Lord, that we can not only help ourselves, but our mates. Lord I am reminded in your word, in 1 Peter 9 where you tell us:
"Wives, in the same way be submissive to your husbands so that, if any of them do not believe the word, they may be won over without words by the behavior of their wives, when they see the purity and reverence of your lives. Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful. "
Lord, teach us to be submissive, to allow them to be the men that you have created them to be. Lord, allow us to love them in a way that they feel no pressure to love us. That Lord they are so drawn to you in us, that nothing else can turn their heads. Lord, let us be Delilah to our husbands, that they long to come home and lay their heads on our breast and pour out their pain. Lord, allow us to lay down our need to control, to save them from everything including you. Lord, we want trust you to work on their heart... so that we don't have to do it. We just want to be a vessel of your love for them... through your outrageous love of us.
Lord, we want to be your kind of beautiful. We want to allow ourselves to be the feminine beauties that you created us to be. We want to dance before you with tamborines, and without regard to shame and fear. We want to love you without bounds.
Lord, I just want to love you... so please Father, Savior, Comforter... teach me to love myself.
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