Going through the storms

It's the season of storms, they say.

And so I agree.

I have started going through the storms as soon as the rainy season jumps in. The weather seems to embrace me wholly it penetrates the soul (metaphorically). I keep on making mistakes and I am hating myself for continually doing so. 

And continually... I asked Thee, Father... to search me... and know my ways... may my life appear to You as a sacrifice of praise. You know the thoughts of my heart, the secrets in my mind. You know the ways of my life and the things I try to hide. And so I come and bare myself at Your feet. I give myself as an offering. Lord I come and bend my knees toward You begging you please for more of Your grace.