
God,
I am useless to You.
My lungs don't breath well, my mind is twisted, my words are confusing, my hands and feet are weak. I struggle to live, as my body inches closer to death. I am more useless each day. I am more of a burden to you each day. I am empty. Why do you still consider me?
But you say I am perfect. You carry me, You breath Your Spirit into me, You speak through me, You empower me. I am empty, so You can fill me. I am nothing, so You can be everything and completely use me. None of me and all of You. I have never been so useful as I am now.
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