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Hey Jesus,
Some weeks, I wake up ready.
Other times, like today, I wake up already feeling stretched.
Tired in ways I can’t explain.
Carrying things I don’t know how to name.
Unsure about where the tug or the restlessness is stemming from but I feel it within me.
My flesh wants it to be fixed but my spirit remembers that being fixed on You is my answer.
You are the source of my trust and my safety. The wrestling is part of the call.
I know You’ve already gone before me—into the spaces I’m dreading,
into the conversations I don’t know how to have,
into the quiet moments where I’ll need to remember I’m not alone.
Teach me how to delight in Your presence so that even when the circumstance is one I don’t prefer, being with You is my joy! My hope! My comfort! And my peace!
Be near, Lord.
When my flesh flares up or I forget who holds it all, pull me back.
When I want to numb or avoid, speak louder than the noise.
Don’t let me live numb or distracted—help me live deep.
I know deep waters require full surrender—that’s what I yearn for. In every space I’m still white-knuckling, help me yield.
YOUR hands are the safest place for anything and everything because Your heart never changes. Always my promise-keeper. Always my provision. Always my protector. Always my peace. Always my place of security when the temporary things of this world grow strangely dim.
Stretch me, not because You’re harsh, but because You love me too much to let me stay surface-level. I’m SOOO grateful that You care more about my transformation than my comfort or even my current “feelings” towards You or my situation—You always play the long-game: the eternal route.
Thank You for being steady when I’m not.
Thank You for today—help me not miss it.
Thank You for everything!
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