Sunday, April 17, 2011

A Prayer

Father,
I know that you blessed me with a creativity of words and getting my thoughts down in print, so why have I forsaken that blessing? I haven't touched pen to paper in over a year and my spirit feels the strain of it. I feared there was nothing left within me that was beautiful and glorious but tonight I saw a glimmer of hope. I lost myself, God, I lost myself. Can you take me back to where I stepped off and help me see your face again. When I daily sought you, simply spoke with you, there was a deepness of my soul that helped me through each day. I know you have blessed me in this life but I have always, since I was a little girl, felt a sorrow that I cannot explain and unless I am near to you I am almost overcome by that sorrow. I believe you placed that within me so that I would be able to understand other people who live with that sorrow and have faced hurt and confusion. You will bring these people into my life and I will befriend them and be there to hold them up in the dark times of their lives because I know how it is to feel that lowliness, that sorrow and hopelessness. But I also know what it is to feel the hope on the other side.
God, please awaken this sleeper's soul and water these withered roots, make this tree to grow and sprout green leaves of life once again. Deep in these dry branches there is life waiting to break free and sing songs of praise once again.


Break me free.