You ask me to pray. And to text back, "I'll be praying" just felt like a Christian cop out. I've thought for a few hours about how to respond and I've decided to write. When I read your text I felt like I could hear the depths of your soul crying out and I want you to know that, yes, I'm gonna join this journey with you and pray. I'm going to advocate on your behalf with all the heavenly hosts.
And so I pray:
Holy God,
I pray that you would fill us with the knowledge of your grace. That you would soak our souls in your strength. That your light and truth would radiate in a large circumference around our brains. That we would be as shrewd as serpents and as innocent as doves.
I pray that you would peel back that layers of paralyzing fear with your unstoppable, all powerful, patient love. That you would breathe truth and grace into the places of greatest anxiety. That you, the Holy God, the one who marched into hell and declared victory, would exert yourself as victor in the deepest fears, especially the unvoiced ones.
I pray that you would fortify and protect from sickness, from over-self diagnosing, from the lies of inadequacy. That your mighty truth speaking love would be there on the long heavy days when the way seems and feels too steep and too lonely, on the light joyful days, but also on the ordinary, mundane days.
I pray that you would remind us that you operate in paradoxes and to not be discouraged when life doesn't seem to make sense. That you would remind us that it is through the breaking that we become whole. That it's through the falling that we find our strength. That through the getting lost we become found.
But above all, I pray that you would remind us that you are with us and that there is never a moment we aren't with you. That there is no circumstance for which you will leave us unattended. That there is no activity or failure that will cause you to turn your back on us. You are faithful and we rest in that faithfulness because it is sure and is not false.
We give you thanks.
Yours is the power.
Yours is the glory.
Yours is the kingdom.
Forever. Amen.
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