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.
3 thoughts on “HEAR MY PRAYER, GOD”
Some prayers reflect the calling of your life and are answered through your giftedness. I believe we are led to our calling through the deep seeded pains that drive us to our knees. When we rise up, we find that our steps are ordered perfectly through our imperfect abilities. The dichotomy is a brilliant strategy to keep us humbled and empowered.
Isn’t Our Daddy GOOD?! :’-) <3
BTW…Have you heard back from the publishing company?
I have been praying. <3
Good post and prayer:) All things are possible with the One Who loves you:) Pray the door is open for you and your book. So exciting:) blessings, denise