a prayer
a prayer
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Dear God,
I want to use my words to honor you,
to show your light in this dark world…
But how to write about hope
when my mind is full of anxiety?
Dear God,
I want to use my being to bring your peace
into this dark world…
But how to bring your peace
when my insides are a raging storm?
Dear God,
I want to tell others they can be known by you,
to let them know they are not alone…
But I don’t know how
when I feel alone and unknown myself.
Dear God,
You are first and foremost in every area of my life
or at least…
I want you to be.
It’s a struggle I know well
it wrestles within me day and night
when I want to love
but I don’t know how
and your love feels distant.
How do I love
when I don’t know what your love looks like?
When I’ve caught a glimpse
but forgotten?
I want to pour out into others
but first I need a pouring out
in me.
Dear God,
Fill me
so I may pour into the people around me.
Love me,
so I may love like you.
Show me what it is to be known
and to know you deeply.
show me
Dear God,
what a pouring out looks like.
Then I will be fit to represent you
in this dark world.
Show me what the light looks like
so I may shine.
Show me what you look like
so I can look like you.
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About The Author
Abby
Abby is a teenaged writer who loves using her words for Jesus, to seek and point out beauty in the ordinary. When she isn't writing, you can find her jamming on her guitar, which she fondly calls "Raymond Fender the First", sitting on porches, or reading.
Oh, Abby, this is gorgeous. My new favorite of your work, I think.
💖 Thanks, Stella.
Whoa. I loved this, Abby. Thank you for shining so much light already. 🤗
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