07.

My beloved King,

Let my days be filled with joyous praise

For every moment of great abundance

And every second of overwhelming depression.

That I will find in everything

The goodness of Your grace

And through all my flaws and failings

You are made perfect.

My eternal Father,

Let not the heavy weight of my expectations

Crush this miraculous sprout of potential

You have planted and nurtured within me.

But let me rest in the knowledge

That all Your works are marvelous

And I am no less wonderful or special

Than my brother or sister.

My constant Provider,

Let not this cup be too full or too empty

As so that I do not forget but be thankful

And that I do not contend but be content.

For You give generously to each

Their rightful portion

According to Your mercy and grace

And my Lord, You know the best.

My loving Healer,

Let me remember You fondly in my affliction

Not to curse with bitterness but embrace with gladness

The seemingly daunting trials You have set before me.

For You seek to test my spirit

Not to stumble me with rolling circumstances

But to train these sluggish feet

To stand firm and leap with joy in High Places.

My wondrous Redeemer,

Let me not chain myself with guilt

Of unchangeable things long past

And regrettable deeds and habits of the present.

For You have paid the ultimate price

To break me free from my bonds

So that I am renewed every single day

As I turn to You in hope and Your help to change.

My wise Teacher,

Let me seek diligently Your counsel

In all that I say and do

From the moment I awake to the moment I lay my head.

For Your plans are good

And Your lessons are stern

For You delight in molding me

Step by step into a better person.

My gentle Comforter,

Let me not fear to continue loving

Those who hurt me and hate me

To always remind me of the love You have for me.

For You have loved me even before I loved You

Even when I have shattered Your heart to pieces

Therefore, O’ Lord I ask You to break my heart

So the love You have continually poured into me overflows.

My Most High Lord,

Let this prayer be honest and true

So I will not toss my head in conceit

But share the greatness of You.

For my Lord, truly I am nothing without You.

(Especially for Charles, a prayer)