The Nineteenth Sunday After Pentecost

Here I am, Lord, asking for just one more chance.

Why do you continue to use me? What good am I to you?

I am a flawed, broken, undependable tool.

One that makes mistakes, and asks for second chances.

But I hear a gentle voice whispering a message of hope, that my heart longs to hear…

That even a flawed and broken tool can make something beautiful when it’s used by the master.