What shall I render to the LORD for all His benefits to me?
I want to list out my detailed plans for perfect repayment. For being the patient, put-together, prepared mother. the loving, excited and excitable wife. The eager learner, frequent servant, thoughtful friend, compassionate stranger. The tidy housekeeper and pleasant cook. "I will make you proud," I think, "you won't regret saving me."
But this is not the right answer to the gratitude question. This is pride. Not "Thank you for saving me." But "Thank you for giving me a second chance to save myself."
I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the Name of the LORD.
Such utter simplicity, complete humility, grates against my Eve-Independence. But it is the truth, and I know it. I am naked and ashamed, hiding beneath my plans for perfection. In need of my Creator to be my Savior.
Oh God, you are my hope and my salvation. My "habitation of righteousness" (Jeremiah 50:7).
I believe. Help Thou mine unbelief.
