Dear God
It’s the start of a new week. And I don’t know how to do it.
I feel scattered; pushed and pulled in many different directions. I take my eyes off you and suddenly, I’m stuck.
I’m frightened
by the decisions that need to be made; and ones that are out of my hands.
by the things I can’t see. And the demands I can’t meet.
I’m overwhelmed
By lists and by longings.
By pain and by pride.
It’s dark in here.
I build walls to keep myself safe. But they shut out the light.
Help me Lord
I’m tired. I want to rest in you. But I’m busy. And I don’t know how to be still.
I want to step out in your strength. But I don’t have any courage. I don’t know if I can.
Unless you help me. Unless you lift me up.
You are a God of compassion. A God who comes for the weak. That’s me, Lord. That’s me.
Give me more of yourself.
Amen
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Honest prayers are the best. I was in the bath the other day and just found myself praying ‘Thank you… thank you.. thank you…’ over and over again.
Praying on for you, lovely Emma x
thank-you Lucy xx
Suffering from a chronic neurological illness, I understand this prayer. I sometimes don’t have words to describe how I feel. God knows. I have found a lot of my troubles I place on myself with expectations and the ‘I should’ statement. God did not impose these expectations on me, I did. If I have a day or week where I say I should, it is an awful experience. I can’t, my body won’t let me. I have to let God renew my mind and practice Faith and trust.
Thanks Amelia. I know exactly what you mean about those cursed ‘I shoulds.’When we listen to them, it’s an awful week. If God renews us, there’s hope, even when it’s hard.