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A Prayer for Faith When Our Hearts Fail

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight." - Proverbs 3:5-6

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26 (NIV)

“‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the LORD. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.’” Isaiah 55:8-9 (NIV)

Father,

I drop these shattered pieces of my heart at your feet as my weary season leaves me broken beyond human repair.

I long for answers to why life slipped through my shaking fingers and how I can protect my battered body from letting this world consume me.

Lord, I not only want answers and clarity but need to understand that my efforts to live righteously still mean something.

I bring you myself—my messy, confused, angry, sad, helpless self—hoping you will glue me back together.

Yet, despite my pursuit of You, You seem silent. I bring you every bit of who I am, knowing You alone offer fulfillment and healing, but life still feels numb, hollow, and heavy. My situation hasn’t changed. Hope remains dim. I’m wondering where You are though I know You are with me. I’m not sure what to make of prayer when I ask and don’t receive.

God, grant me the faith to know that You heal with delicate hands that are no strangers to perfect timing. You offer soft words of hope that burn brighter than any change I could ignite with my small voice. You can piece me back together so no cracks and crannies are left exposed. But these miracles happen as You see fit, just as you orchestrate them–no sooner, no later, and in no other way.

May I rest in who You are and allow that knowledge to calm my anxious, worn heart. Invade my life with Your beauty and kindness. Give me the eyes to see You shifting and shaping these shards in my life, allowing them to mean something good and beautiful, just as You intended.

Please gift me with faith to believe You are the God who makes all things new, lovely, and whole again. And may I remember that Your truth, who You are, will never fail me and my life’s journey–regardless of the wait.

In Your Holy Name, Father,

Amen.


Peyton Garland

Peyton Garland

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