Sunday Evening Prayer


God Of My Life,

You never promised life would be easy.

You never promised I’d have smooth sailing,

or wealth,

or good health,

or perfect relationships, no fear, happiness, fulfillment, employment, world peace, sunshine all day every day,

or beauty.


But you did promise to be here,

beside me,

in front of me,

behind me,

above, below, and through me,

when I see you,

when I don’t,

when it all makes sense,

when it doesn’t.


Teach me humility,

the art of contrition,

the beauty of brokenness.

What it is to rely on you,

to need you,

to feel you.



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