HEAR MY PRAYER, GOD
We were unpacking some boxes from the move, and I found one of my prayer journals from college. Some things never change:
September 7, 2002
A million hearts are breaking, and I can only listen to the sound. Your children are being broken and abused. Where are you to guard and protect them? I will never understand the “why?”, but please help me to see your actions that rectify the wounds.
Each life around me has a story to tell and a pain kept inside. Open my eyes, Lord. Make my spirit in tune with yours. Let my presence and open heart be a ministry to the hurting. They seem to come to me, and I find myself incapable of providing the healing they need. The healing must come from you.
Love your children; love them through me.
As I listen to stories of others and write my own story alongside theirs, I see this prayer is being answered in my upcoming book.
I am humbled.