Your righteousness, God, reaches to the skies, You who have done great things. Who is like you, God?
Lord, forgive me when I reduce you to my back pocket, when I design and limit Your abilities yet do not limit how I blame You when the world is filled with injustice and pain and untold tragedy. Lord thank You for the reminder that Your righteousness reaches to the skies, that You see and work in the lives of individuals in miraclous ways as well as wider ways throughout communities and cities. Lord help me remember that there is none like You, there is no limit to Your ways.