First session: what can I do to make you love me?
Mother Teresa: The personal love Jesus has for (me) is infinite. If (I) realise His personal love for (me), I will be able to face any failure and humiliation. He loves (me) even when (I) don't feel worthy. Turn to Him and allow (myself) to be loved by Him.
Manipulation to love is not true love.
Video: I Offer My Life
Symbolism: All the pain I went through at feeling like a failure, I offer to you Lord, as a pleasing sacrifice to be used for Your glory.
Video: There is None Like You
Symbolism: You are the only one who knows my deepest intentions, Lord. You are the only one who will never hurt me. You are the only one who truly loves me and never lets me down nor undermines me. Heal me with Your mercy and keep me safe in your arms, as I run to you and seek refuge in you.
My prayer: Lord, I did not realise enough how much you love me. You love me so much that you were willing to die for me. Hence I felt that I had failed. Forgive me. I was too quick to please people, with my own expectations. I forgot to let you be you in me. I allowed them to affect the ultimate conclusion of my performance. I forgot that I am called to be a different minister to them. I let my inferiority and low self-esteem rule. Holy Spirit, give me courage anew. I tried my best to direct the discussion, albeit the wrong one. O Lord, you knew my heart. There is nothing to be troubled about. Help me realise this. Amen.
Video: At the Cross.
Oh Lord You've searched me
You know my way
Even when I fail You
I know You love me
At the cross I bow my knee
Where Your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
"Do not let your heart be troubled or afraid."
Video: I Will Run to You
Your hand, it comforts me
You call me to Your purpose
As angels understand
For Your glory, may You draw all men
As Your love and grace demand
My prayer: My Lord, I truly realise that I am chosen by you for your plans. All came to you, not by my mouth but by another's. It does not matter whose, Lord, for all glory goes back to you. I let my pride get to me. It wasn't inferiority but a wounded pride. It was jealousy, really. Thank you Lord, for granting me this wisdom. Thank you.
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