It seems
that every time I try to do things that are outside your will for me, I end up
falling flat on my face- Hurt. Broken. Busted. Disgusted. Wasted. Tired. It
would also seem, that I never learn...sometimes I do actually, but only after
making the same mistakes over and over again.
It’s so ironical how I can go through
pain, and then once the breakthrough comes, I forget all the drama, like it was
never there! I forget that had I made different choices, I would not have
walked that regrettable path in the first place. And yet here I am...again...in need of
you. Healer...Mender...Redeemer.
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God you said
that I should come boldly before your throne of grace that I may obtain mercy.
So here I am, asking you to smooth out my rough ages. Praying that you will
breathe new life into me. In the same way that you called Lazarus up from the
grave, I ask that you call out the areas in my life that are in need of your resurrection. I pray that you restore my joy, and my peace.
In the
toughest of times I will praise you, knowing that you are not only interested
in what you have called me to do, but also in who I am becoming. My journey
matters to you because the bends on the winding road all work together to point
back to you- the way, the truth, and the life.
And finally God, I realize that I am not the only one who may be downcast, discouraged and feeling defeated. So I pray that as
you do your work in me may you also extend your grace to anyone reading this. Make
them fruitful in their affliction. Let them sense that you are moving even when
they do not feel you. Give them the courage and humility to cry out for help
when they lose their way.
At this
moment, even though it may seem that my hope is intricately intertwined with despair,
I know that you, Yahweh, are with me...walking beside me...singing songs of
deliverance over me.
In the strangest and stillest of nights you are right here
with me.
Amen.
From my heart to yours,
Kambua M.
