I don’t know if you noticed, but my last prayer ended with ‘your will, not mine’.
Somewhere along the way I began to write this at the end of all my prayers.
Lord, I can’t even express the pain I am feeling at this moment. I feel like my whole world is crashing down around me. I feel like Joseph.
I’m barely hanging on to the edge. I need your strength. When I seem to let go and move forward, I get clobbered and thrown even further back.
I want to move forward and forgive, but I’m struggling with letting go. Help me to completely love and forgive my husband as you would.
Get me through the rest of this year. Heal my broken heart.
Your will, not mine! Amen.
Now my faith would be put to the test. I was seeking God for guidance, but would my heart be willing to follow?
Could I let go of everything that was keeping me from the new season that God was preparing just for me?
A willing heart chooses to follow God.