This hurts. It’s scary, it‘s dark, and I feel insanely alone.m
I’m tired, worried, scared sick, and I just don’t understand. How can this be the plan? What good can possibly come from this?
The thing is, there is no right or wrong way to pray. All you have to do is open a door and you can pray however/whenever you want.
Sometimes they’re arrow prayers. Quick, meaningful thoughts sent up real quick so God can start working for something/someone who really needs it.
“Hey God, Brenda is having a rough day today. Please reach out and touch her. Give her a sense of peace and let her feel your presence.”
Quick, easy, and still so powerful.
Then you have long, in depth conversations about life itself or the struggles you or loved ones are facing.
I’ve sobbed while I begged and pleaded for a break, just a small insight into why things have to be so hard sometimes. Just a bit ago I read something that made so much sense. It read “God does give us more than we can handle. That’s the point.”
Nowhere in the Bible are we promised that God won’t give us more than we can handle. He does because it reminds us to rely on Him, to hand over the things we cannot control, the things that burden us and take away our joy.
Today, hand it off. Give back the anxiety, the hurt, the frustration and fear.
Today, give yourself some peace.