God, thank you for your patience.
Like Nicodemus, my questions seemed never ending. I clung to the fog, scared what the light might show me.
Like Thomas, I demanded the proof. Ignorance turned to arrogance, doubt turned to denial.
But time is at your mercy. Patiently you watched and loved me from the arm’s length I held out.
Graciously you listened to my tantrums and sorrows. And you met me where I was.
You showed me who you are. Creator, Savior, Redeemer, Shepherd, Lord of Hosts.
Bowing my head, I lifted my hands. In your glory I knew who I am. Unworthy, yet loved. Unworthy, yet saved. Unworthy, yet adopted, this child of God.
Your grace is sufficient. Amen.