Grandmother’s Prayer for December 28th

Father, Paul wrote that the life I now live, I live by faith in Your Son. That means the real me is not the me I try to run on my own. It is Christ in me. Lord Jesus, this verse means more to me now than it did when I was young. My body is wearing down. The outside of me is not what it used to be. Some days my whole life feels small, like an old woman sitting in a chair. But the verse says life is still real. My flesh is small. Christ is large. That math still works. Lord, Your faith is the trellis that holds everything up. My body gets weaker. But Your faith does not get weaker with it. It is the same faith that held Paul. It is the same faith that holds someone on a deathbed. It is the same faith that holds a small grandmother on a Sunday morning in December. Walk me through this Sunday in that faith. My flesh is small. The life is Yours. The trellis holds the green. Amen.