Lord, today, like so many days, I feel so far from You. Yet I know You’re there.
I hate how little I pray anymore. At the same time, it feels as though You’ve taken up residence inside me. And you’re not budging. You’ve claimed me.
I am Yours.
This is the beauty of grace. It defies reason. And I’m so outrageously glad.
Help me, Lord, to fan the flame You’ve placed within me. To nurture Your presence inside me. To remember that You are there. To talk to You. Listen. Feel.
That word reverberates deeply as I write it. F E E L . Stop closing off my emotions. Be willing to be soft, sensitive, vulnerable.
Because whatever I’m feeling (or not wanting to feel), the fact remains that You love me. That’s where the hope lies—in You.
“Be still,” You whisper. “Be still and know that I am God.”
I still my mind. I know in my heart. I abide with You in my soul.