Personally, I’m finding that with each passing day, I’m becoming more authentically myself — more aligned with who He created me to be. And I’m eagerly anticipating deeper intimacy with Jesus and greater alignment with His purpose for my life tomorrow.
May you grow more into your authentic self with each new day, finding joy in the journey of discovering and embracing your true identity in Christ. May tomorrow bring you even greater clarity, peace, and confidence in being beautifully, wonderfully you, rooted in His love.
A psalm of brokenness and restoration. May these words be a sanctuary for your heart today.
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I carry shame for actions, words, and thoughts. The inability to trust You still escapes me.
Though doubts and confusion make me feel so weak, still You call me worthy— more than I can believe.
Even in my most broken state, You still call me daughter. How can You remain so faithful when I continually falter?
I often wonder if I am truly chosen, or destined to a life undone by the world, when trials shake me to my core— when I cannot feel Your Presence, and Your voice seems so distant, the silence pressing in like stone.
You whisper:You are not defined by misery, nor by a life without purpose. The refining fire is painful, even breaking at times, yet beyond the surface a greater work is unfolding.
You stretch the limits of my sight, so I may see through clouded glass, bask in surrender’s light, and drink deeply of living water— drawn into intimacy with You.
The burden I carry, the weight of my heart, is being woven into a tapestry, a work of art.
You are preparing me. In the stillness, You mold and shape me, making room for my story that will propel me forward— not perfection, but mercy, a blessing that lingers in the lives of others.
My testimony will no longer be bound by pain. For when I walk in my calling, a lioness will rise forward to guard the hallowed ground with reverence. Your strength will be my armor. Your power will be my shield.
Not perfection, but grace. And in You, I am made whole.
There are moments when weakness feels louder than faith, yet I have found a deeper truth: even in my frailty, His love calls me His. What seemed like breaking has become shaping, and grace has carried me into wholeness.
Do you hear that same love naming you, even in your own fragile places?
Lord, Hear our hearts cry! We are desperate for a healing touch from You.
We ask that You would listen to our pleas, dry our tears, and cleanse our bodies from all impurities.
Hear our prayer!
We ask for Your sustaining strength for when we are weary and weak.
Restore our frail and sickened bodies with renewal and rejuvenation.
Pour out Your healing balm of grace, love, and tender mercies of rivers overflowing into each and every crack, every broken piece, every shattered hope, every painful wound, every grief and sorrow, every part of our burned, sickened, bruised, and battered-mortal bodies, every dry and barren ground.
This is our prayer for healing.
We believe that You heal those who are suffering and sickened in mind, body, and spirit.
We believe that You are the God of the impossible.
We believe that, You God, are our High physician.
We believe in Your Miracle working power.
Immersed in Your love, Your presence, and in Your tender mercies that are new each morning, we find a renewed hope and are sustained, refreshed, and strengthened to face any challenge that may come our way.
We prayerfully wait, watch, and listen.
You cover us in Your grace and we remember Your promise in Your Holy Word, that if ask anything in Your Name, believing, You are faithful to answer.
Lord You invite me to come To come and abide With You awhile I run to You My sacred Hiding place I run Desperate To find You Eagerly awaiting With outstretched arms You enfold me In Your grace You comfort You strengthen me In Your quiet abode I find rest My refuge In which to cling You hide me From the rising waters Save me from the turbulent waves You keep me from drowning You protect me from Trouble on all sides I am released My chains are unbound The whispers and the lies From within are silenced Painful sorrows Anguish and grief Are relinquished Hidden before You In Your dwelling Where the Temporal things are Hollowed out The cracks are Sealed up Darkness turns to light Shielded in Your love and mercy A hush spills over The noise of this world Is muted A heart quickens Ears press in Attuned to only Your voice Breathing in Breathing out Inhaling Your Glory Hidden within You Peacefully unafraid For thou art with me You are my hiding place
Here in this season Where things feel different A rest ushers in This ‘Spiritual Winter’ Wraps the veil Nearer to the core of existence Calling out for rejuvenation, Growth, a fresh revelation And a newfound wisdom A knowledge of understanding That things change One’s very essence is tried and tested God reaches out With graceful intention Bringing nourishment To the hungry heart And quenches The dry and thirsty soul As He prepares The willing spirit for A long winters rest His grace covers And a soul finds room to pause Faithfully waiting upon Him With eager anticipation To bring a bountiful Spring Harvest.
