My second to last ugly cry a was the morning we buried my granddad “Papa” in 2020. Your memories tend to track the things your heart measures. I was driving to the 6a service of 21 days of prayer with tears so deep I couldn’t see the road and a voice so unsteady I couldn’t even sing to worship in my own car. Not good.
I’m going to share with you the prayer I prayed for myself that worked in ways I can’t explain:
“Ok God, this isn’t working and I need Your help.”
Pretty basic on that day.
You might know where you’re supposed to be going, but being able to see it clearly while you’re on your way is just as important as knowing the destination. And sometimes you need a lighthouse.
This little prayer doesn’t have any fancy prayer words in it and it took little energy at the time, but He answered it anyway. He knew that’s all the energy I had. And it got me through it because there was no way around it. With the kind of emotions that blind us, the best choice is through.
So don’t be afraid to pray your lighthouse prayer for whatever storm you’re in. God listens to them all.
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