Jesus, Your name brings me to my knees. I don't deserve to be happy, but You promise me joy. I don't deserve to be comfortable, but You promise me riches. You're so forgiving, so inspiring, so wonderful. I confess who you are again this morning: Messiah who came and saved the world, Healer of all infirmities, Lover of my soul, Dweller of my heart. Forgive me for entertaining sinful thoughts and losing sight of Your hope, Your hands, and Your love. Reveal to us, Your children, the riches of the kingdom that we have already received: strengths, talents, blessings of financial matters--health--faith--relationships. Thank You for who You are...