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My Prayer


 Dear God,

I know that I am not always present with you and sometimes not very available...especially lately. But I believe you know what is on my heart. I don't always know what to say and it gets all awkward at times. I guess what I'd like to say is I get so tired of all the suffering and not only for me. This goes way beyond me. I hate what I see in this world. The disparaging remarks upon one another, the violence, the hate and the times we don't take to understand. I know I cannot expect perfection in this life. Quite frankly I don't know how I would respond to it. It would be so out of the norm of what I am used to. But I am hoping you are listening right this moment and I 'd like to ask for your intervention. Intervention on our behalf. To shed your light and your ways upon the lives you seek and on the lives of those who follow. I think sometimes we try so hard, but our brokenness gets in the way. We are not always so resilient. We fall. We make mistakes. We undermine your very authority. But I want to help. I want to make a difference. I want your words to channel through me and reach the lives that need to hear. Each one of us needs lifted up from time to time and sometimes everyday...sometimes by the moment. I am not here to persuade but to just...if I could...shed some light. To brighten a day. To brighten a life. Could we make an impact? Can we make an impact? Is it not too late? I know I am only one little drop in the water, but I think I still have the ability to make a ripple. To create an effect that will be lasting. That will not be diminished. With your help. I know I can do this...I know...we can do this. If this is your will, would you bless this...bless us. Be with us. Guide us. Impart your wisdom upon us. Be a part of our every day. I know I can count on you. You have always come through for me in the past and I know you are with me now. I love you! I treasure our time together. May my prayer always be in your name. Amen.  

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