Oh Jesus, Yes He Will.

I spend way too much time defining what kind of girl that I am not or how I fall short or how I’ll never be that girl. Sometimes, I just need to take a minute to appreciate the kind of woman I actually am.

I am a product of the 90’s. I grew up in a generation that asked WWJD. Not only did I wear the t-shirt, but I had the rainbow bracelet to match and I knew what every color of the beads meant. I do not blink without my brain automatically asking what would Jesus do. When my gut starts telling me something feels wrong, I am automatically thinking, this is not the way Jesus would have handled it, girl, get yo life. I already know Jesus would not be acting this way.

I believe in a 1 Corinthians 13 kind of love. “It’s got to be that can’t-eat, can’t-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of stuff, right?” I believe in an Ephesians 5 kind of love. I believe in a Proverbs 31 kind of love. I believe in the kind of love written on every page of my Bible.

I am the kind of woman that wants to work in ministry and then spend my off days volunteering for my home Church. I want to spend every waking moment I’ve got pulling up chairs to Your table. I want to live for You. I believe Your word is living and breathing in me. I want more Bible study, not less. I wear Bible verses on my shirts. I am the kind of woman that paints Bible verses on every nook and cranny of the house. I jam out to worship in the car and sing off key at the top of my lungs. I crank the worship music up as loud as it will go while cleaning. I keep it playing on low while I sleep and when I need peace and quiet. I am the kind of woman that screams the lyrics to Come On, Let’s Go To The House Of The Lord” on the way out the door on Sundays.

I am the type of girl that wants to watch every single Hallmark Christmas movie just for that one line about You, Lord in each movie. And ok ok ok, the love stories are pretty great too. And ok ok ok, it’s not just the Christmas ones, I like the fall, spring, and summer ones too. I like them all ok!

I am a big supporter of the little things meaning the most. Sandwiches should always be made with love. Grace should be extended even when anger and push back is given. Meekness is not weakness, it’s strength. I am pretty much an energizer bunny that keeps going and going and going, no matter what is handed to me. If I don’t know the answer, I will find it out just to help someone.

I want to raise foster kids and teach them about Jesus. I want a man to hold my hand and lead me. I want a whole life together. I want dinners on my rooster plates. I want slow dancing in the kitchen. I want to pick up towels off the floor because that means I have a busy family contributing to the world. I want to fold all the stinkin laundry because that means I have kids who want to wear their favorite purple shirt tomorrow to school. I want to go to that hot terrible Walmart once a week because I am out of fruit cups and dog food. I want my Bible to be falling apart because I read it to my kids every morning and spend my own quiet time with You, Father while they’re in school. I want to have someone walk with me on quiet afternoons. I want him to know each and every one of my smiles. And I want to know every line on his rough hands wouldn’t hurt a soul.

So, here is my prayer. Thank you for making me who I am. Thank you for allowing me to find my identity in you, Father. Thank you for letting me see my worth through your eyes and through your love. Thank you for giving me opportunities to filter my actions through your love. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for the cross. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for showing me grace. Thank you for allowing your strength to be shown through my weakness. Thank you for your perfection. Thank you for your guidance. Thank you for your words. Thank you for your still small voice. Thank you for conviction through the holy spirit. Thank you for letting me dream big and for keeping me grounded. Thank you for qualifying the called. Thank you for letting me worship you. Thank you for letting me serve you. Thank you for working on my heart every single day. Thank you for showing me your power. Thank you for miracles. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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I will boldly come running straight to the One.

Blameless. I used to hate that word. Because I couldn’t even fathom how You could make me blameless. I carried so much guilt and shame that it created this backwards sense of false humility. I couldn’t possibly be blameless. I couldn’t even say the word.

This week I was craving some time with You, Lord. I was feeling pretty unlovable this week, but knowing it was a lie. So, I started reading: You’re Loved No Matter What by Holley Gerth. I needed someone to speak some serious truth and life into my pretty little stubborn, lie-believing head. And boy, did I get it.

The section on switching from the guilt cycle to the grace cycle, hit me right on the head. Control is not safety and love is not earned. And that’s the truth. I can hear You whispering straight to my heart: my dear child, you are safe and you are loved. Father, sometimes, I try so hard to feel safe and earn love through obedience and service that I lose all track of You and the whole point of obedience and service.

I run from relationships, from intimacy, from love, from security, from peace. The very things I crave. Because of shame and guilt. Because of that pesky blameless word.

That word blameless does not mean that I get off scott free, without consequences. In fact, I was taught as a child that as a Christian, I will be held to a higher standard. I will not be able to get away things like it appears others will. The book I’m reading reiterated that message with the word: conviction. The book re-taught me that childhood lesson. Conviction is a call to stop the negative behavior, it is not guilt and shame. Conviction is a pull on the heart to stop seeking the dark and stop running. Because of conviction, I can do a heart check and ask for forgiveness. I can hear that still, small voice. I can seek the light. I can seek light. and love. Because I am forgiven and free. I am holy and righteous. I am worthy. I am blameless. I am loved. I am Your child. My name is written in the book. I am Yours.

As I read the end of the chapter, the last section is called: Stop Apologizing for Who You Are. I literally wrote in my book: say it again for the girl in the back. Then I realized I was the girl in the back, trying to minimize my successes, trying to downplay my gifts, and trying to skim over my strengths with, “Oh, that was nothing.” I thought the smaller I make myself, the less I could get hurt. Which in reality, hurt me and those around me that I was hiding from. But really, I was only making You smaller, Lord, by minimizing what You’ve given me. I should be shoutin from the mountain tops that I am Yours.

So, here is my prayer today. I pray that I let those around me carry my heart to you even when I can’t. I pray that I help carry the hearts of those around me to you too. I pray that I spend my whole life carrying my future husband’s heart to you even if I haven’t met him yet. I pray I show appreciation and gratitude for the love I am given. I pray that I remember that John 3:16 verse that I’ve been repeating since the 90’s. I pray that I remember I am so loved. I pray that I start walking like I’m loved, talking like I’m loved, leading like I’m loved, breathing like I’m loved. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine.

Lord, as I was going through my day, I kept praying and asking: “Lord, how do I reach these kids?” And blesssedddd be the day, You showed me.

Tonight after feeling even more unqualified than I already did this morning. I wanted to help without knowing what to do so, I opened my Bible to 1 Corinthians 1. There I found a devotion on Super Glue.

The devotion told this whole story about a girl feeling like Super Glue and without her, everything else would fall apart. If she wasn’t spinning all the plates and keeping them all in the air, everything would crash. She talked about how this Super Glue complex even seeped into her relationship with You, Lord. Then she realized that You were the faithful one, even when she wasn’t. Even with Adam and Eve, You were faithful. Even with the Israelites, You were faithful. Even with Gomer, You were faithful. Even with her, You were faithful. Even with me, You are faithful.

The devotion ended with Romans 8:38-39 which says: For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

I just finished Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. Ok, so Gomer is my girl! I might not have had the same story, but you betcha I could relate to her seeking out the darkness and seeking out the pain. Lord, I am not always faithful, even if it is literally my middle name.

So, when I finished reading the devotion and 1 Corinthians 1, I heard the Holy Spirit nudging. Lord, You were calling me to love, just love. At the end of my day, even when it hurts, even when it’s not fair, even when it’s hard, even when it’s easy, even when I’m tired, even when I’m having a really great day, even when I don’t feel it, even when I do feel it. Just love. If I let Your love flow through me and let Your love be the Super Glue that holds me together, instead of trying to be the Super Glue myself, I think I’m gonna be more than just fine. I just need to keep listening to that still, small voice.

So, here is my prayer today. Thank you for being faithful, always. Thank you for redeeming me, always. Thank you for not allowing anything to separate us. Thank you for pursing me. Thank you for knocking down walls and opening doors. Thank you for being a gentle, steady definition of love. Thank you for reminding me that I am a vessel for your love. Thank you for reminding me that I have Super Glue in me and that I don’t have to be the Super Glue myself. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

There’s only one thing that matters, it’s Your love.

Lord, sometimes when I pray for something, You give me multiple real life opportunities to work on it through the day. Like this morning, I prayed Lord, let them see You in me today. Then, like clockwork, I am given an opportunity to show some humility and show Your power, not my own.

So, what do I do with this opportunity? I squander it in all of my pesky humanity. I get the opportunity to talk about You and all I can conjure up is me. I make this ridiculous list of how hard I work or all that I did without giving credit where it actually belongs. Because as if I could do any of this on my own. And not only do I list these things, I list them to people who work 10x harder than I do. Like girl, sit down. And I had already done the same thing on Sunday, like girl do you ever learn? Bless, maybe the third time is the charm.

Father, at the end of the day, I hope it’s not my name on my lips, I hope it’s Yours.

So, this is my prayer today. I pray that I work on showing some of your humility instead of my humanity. I pray they see you in me. I pray that when I walk, it’s where you lead. I pray that when I talk, it’s your words. I pray that when I move, it’s your way. Father, protect my heart from even me. Lord, I’m sorry for thinking more of me when I should be thinking more of you. I pray that I start counting my blessings, instead of listing what I’ve done. I pray that I list what you’ve done. And, Father, thank you for not counting my works as my way into Heaven, because even on my best day, I would fall short every single time. Lord, thank you for sending your son to save me from myself. Thank you so much for letting me receive grace, without earning it, because I would never be able to work enough to earn your love. Thank you so much for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for teaching me that love is not earned. Thank you for realigning my heart and showing me there’s only one thing that matters. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Better is one day in Your courts.

Psalms 65:4 says “How happy is the one you choose and bring near to live in your courts! We will be satisfied with the goodness of your house, the holiness of your temple.” Lord, I am just so thankful You chose me. You sought me out. You bought me. You bring me near. You not only give me a way out, You give me a new residence. You give me a home, in You. You give me love. You give me peace.

I was thinking about all this while I was reading my Redeemed Bible study. I am forgiven. I am righteous. I am adopted and chosen. I have access to the King. I am a citizen of Heaven. I have peace.

I have been thinking about Hunter Hayes new song: Dear God since the single dropped. Poor guy is hurtin. He has some of that stinkin thinkin that I had. Somebody mail this guy a copy of my Redeemed study. I’ve been there. I’ve had the same thoughts. But ohhhhh how Your love has set my heart to dancin. I am a new creation. Abba Father, You save me. You break my heart for what breaks Yours. You sustain me here. You opened my heart and healed it. My trust is in You.

Psalms 66:12 says: “…we went through fire and water but you brought us out to abundance.” The more and more I grow closer to You this year, the more thankful I am for You. Everywhere I turn I see more and more of Your handiwork and I am so utterly thankful for it.

So, that is my prayer today. Thank you for the happiness you provide. Thank you for the satisfaction and joy filling my heart. Thank you for your goodness. Thank you for inviting me into your courts. Thank you for your gifts. Thank you for ways out. Thank you for bringing me near. Thank you for love. Thank you for peace. Thank you for forgiveness. Thank you for calling me redeemed. Thank you for adopting me. Thank you for sustaining me here. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for making my heart move. Thank you for every beat of my heart. Thank you for the fire and the flood. Thank you for the abundance. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

I feel the stillness even when it isn’t.

There was this line in my textbook that I related to, much more than I would like to admit: “…a self-protective mechanism to keep people and risks at bay.” Ohh, stawppp. I used to do that. I used to guard every part of me to keep people and risks away. Then Newsong dropped their new single and the opening line is: “stacking stones around your heart, trying to hide from who you are…”

A friend reminded me today not to feel hurt by others because they don’t even know me, like really know me. I remembered my thankful rock and I started to feel thankful for who I am, who I really am.

I am His. Before I am ever anyone else’s.

I worship with every inch of soul in car jam sessions.

I am a prayer warrior.

I dance. And more importantly, my heart dances for You.

I am redeemed, forgiven, and set free.

I make intentional choices.

I pursue You, Lord with every fiber of my being.

I am meek. I have strength under control. I respond to criticism with gentleness.

I am a peace maker.

I stand upon the rock.

I desire the Truth.

I have been through flood and fire. And I have never been alone.

I have been through life altering darkness and remained a seeker of the light.

I ran out of the grave. I look for the ways out.

I have received grace.

I have nothing to give anyone, but Jesus.

Yes, I make mistakes. No, I am not perfect, by far. Lauren Gaskill said: “the Jesus inside me is stronger than the darkness that threatens to overtake me.” 

I have nothing to give anyone, but Jesus. And that is more than enough. Abba.

So, here is my prayer today. I pray that I remember I am already loved. I pray I remember Heaven’s got a hand on me. I pray I remember that Heaven is pulling for me. I pray I remember that you adore me. I pray I remember nothing can separate me. I pray I remember you’ll never give me up. I pray I remember I am not who I was. I pray I remember I am made new. Lord, thank you. I pray for my soul ambitions: to pull chairs up to the table, to bring you glory, and to be a mirror that reflects your light. I pray that I set my hands and feet in motion, leading others to you. I pray that I do more than attend church, I pray I am the church. I pray that I am Christ-like. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

His love is there wherever you may be.

Working with youth, I have learned that at any given second I have to be an IT specialist, behavior education teacher, tutor, counselor, nurse, sex education teacher, say no to drugs presenter, driver’s ed facilitator, privileges evoker and restrictor, female health instructor, pastor, taxi driver, maid, job trainer, college admissions counselor, administration personnel, nutritionist, individualized chef, office manager, life coach, personal trainer, disciplinarian, safe place, nap time monitor, mathematician, spiritual adviser, spelling bee champion, walking calendar, bug killer and rescuer, jewelry fixer, mechanic, engineer, fear squasher, hair dresser, fashion guide, personal shopper, dream catcher, crossing guard, boundary enforcer, secret keeper, conflict resolution manager, and so much more.

All at the same time and wrapped up in a gentle, strong, Jesus loving and serving authority figure.

And just when I am about to toot my own horn for how hard I work I remember, I only do it 40+ hours a week when others do it 168 hours a week.

At the end of the day, it has absolutely nothing to do with me or how great I am. It’s all about You because no matter how big my love is, Yours is always more than I can even imagine. My love is just a drop in the ocean that You created for us and extend to us. You are the literal definition of love and I am just a mirror reflecting the light.

I was praying for my dad the other day. When we left the rental house, there were three men there loading the rental furniture. I told my dad he needed to go pray for them and over them. I simply stated: “Holy Spirit, move,” then I gave my dad a push out the door. I knew in my heart those men needed a prayer, and I knew my dad would have the right words and they would take it better from him. They each gave him a firm handshake and said thank you afterwards. Since then, every time we sit down to eat I look straight at my dad and ask him to pray. Usually we take turns praying, but right now with everything since the fire and with all the moving and stress, the little girl in me simply needs her dad’s spiritual leadership.

So, here is my prayer today. I wanna pray the same prayer I prayed for my dad again. I pray that he has a heart check. I pray that you set fire in his heart for you. I pray that you get his soul to dancing. I pray you put spiritual authority into him. I pray that I do no harm. I pray that I am an extension of you. I pray that I am moving hands and feet for you. I pray that no matter how many hats I’m wearing I never forget that the most important hat I wear is redeemed. I pray that I remember I am yours above all. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Lord, don’t give up on me.

Ok, so here is what I know at this very moment. We are completely moved out the rental house. There is still construction going on in my home from 8am-5pm every day but Sunday. The first real walk-in closet I’ve ever had has been built, I’m just waiting on rods for the shelves. All the furniture, clothes, and belonging get delivered starting Tuesday. I am extremely excited. I am also extremely hot because the insulation in the attic had to be moved for the electrician so the air conditioner is working hard for nothing. The electrician can’t finish the electrical until the cabinets are installed. Long story short, I am gonna be hot for about three weeks or so I’ve been told. I learned that I get mean when I’m hot…

Which I suppose is exactly why the AC is out in my car and has been for going on three summers. Which I suppose is exactly why the AC ordered for my bedroom got back ordered, twice. The youth I work with run around the house saying: “God don’t like ugly.” Well, Lord, I guess You don’t. Obviously, I still need to learn how to be nice when I’m hot and sweaty. Obviously, it is a lesson meant to be learned the hard way.

It feels like the devil is digging a circle around me, trying to knock me down, but I’m standing on The Rock so he can’t. He’s just digging deeper and deeper, digging until he’s completely under The Rock, until the ground underneath crumbles. But I’m ready for it this time so I’m holding on and not caught off guard. Then The Rock hits solid ground and I’m still standing firm on The Rock. So, the devil just has to start all over digging holes. I think the devil has just always been digging holes, but I wasn’t so ready before because I was holding onto other things while I was standing on The Rock. I had to learn to drop everything else piece by piece in order to keep my balance and hold onto The Rock.

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. Who is the crazy one now? I am changing what I was doing. I am altering my environment. Just because I am in the same place, does not mean I am the same person. The only thing with power over me is You, Father. You are The Rock. You are my firm foundation. You are my resting place, my safe place. You are where my strength comes from when the whole world crumbles around me.

So, this is my prayer today. I pray that continuing forward, I stay cool, calm, and collected as temperatures rise. I pray that I am yours. I pray that I am kind. I pray that I am compassionate. I pray that I am patient. I pray that I am loving. I pray that I am giving. I pray that I really start livin. I pray that I continue learning to trust you. I pray that I keep my eyes focused on you. I pray that I keep my battle armor ready. I pray that I look to you and not the dirt around me. I pray that even when the dirt surrounds me, I pray I ain’t getting my boots dusty. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

‘Cause this is not about what you’ve done, But what’s been done for you.

Yesterday morning I was handed a Bible study on John 21. I was so ready. Maybe because I already had my coffee. Maybe because it was handed to me with such generosity. I immediately knew You were speaking, Father. And I was ready to listen.

During Jesus’ appearance at the Sea of Tiberius, the disciples were given an instruction. The Bible study notes said: “go to the place God told you to be, do the last thing God told you to do, use your gifts and talents you have been given, wait for further instructions, follow the instructions-even if they don’t seem logical, and experience blessings-God honors work and obedience.” BLESSSSSSS. Thank You, Lord. I am all about that obedience word this year. Lord, when You’re speaking, I’m learning to listen to the instruction and follow through. I tend to get my cart before my horse, a lot. I get so excited about doing kingdom work that I miss the preparation and the wait. But my God, You are teaching me.

This Bible study was like right on point with Pastor Michael Todd’s Marked sermon about obedience. Pastor Michael Todd used David’s anointment in 1 Samuel 16 to illustrate the need to “do the last thing God told you to do and spend time in His presence.” Lord, I love Your timing, when You build upon things I didn’t even realize were connected. Exactly how when diving deeper into John 21 where Peter experiences “complete restoration.” Peter previously denied Jesus three times, now he is questioned three times and he is able to say “Yes, Lord.” 

“You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.”

So, this is my prayer. I pray that I know to whom I belong. I pray that I stop hiding my shame. I pray that stop being crippled by fear. Lord, I have been given new life. I am made new. Abba, Father, I know who I am, I know whose I am. Thank you for where my brokenness brought me to. Thank you for loving me when I didn’t even know what love was. Thank you for loving me when I hated myself. Thank you for doing all you did even before all I had done. Thank you for teaching me to serve in the waiting. Thank you for preparing me. Lord, I pray that I take you up on the opportunity you have given me to spend time in your presence. Thank you for wanting me that much. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

I gave it up and told the Lord that He can have it now.

Hannah Brencher, who I might stalk on social media and have seen her talks on more than one occasion, posted: “steal this prayer: Lord, place me where I’ll grow the most. Teach me to love the dirt that transforms me. Give me eyes that see the golden threads in my pain. Let me be a lighthouse in this valley. Let it be so.”

I read that and I was like all ready. Like Ok, God, yes, place me where I’ll grow the most. Then, wait. Just a doggone minute. Home girl, say what? Teach me to LOVE the dirt that transforms me. Nope. Not happening. Shut ya mouth. Excuse me. What now? Blesssssss. Ok, God, I hear You. For real this time. I hear You. Love the dirt. Man, sometimes, my human little brain cannot fathom the love You want for us or through us.

Then I have days like today, where Lord, You are knocking on my heart and say: but that’s my child too. That person that abused me. That person that hurt me. That person that cut me off in traffic. That person that shortchanged me at the store. That person that wanted to argue with me just for the sake of arguing. That person backseat driving. That person that makes my blood just boil. That person with trust issues for dayssss and walls so high they can’t even see anymore. That’s my child too. 

Then I realize I am all of those things too. I hurt people. I cut them off in traffic. I make mistakes. I interrupt. I wince when others drive. And best believe I got trust issues and walls. Lord, I am no better than anyone else, and yet, You forgave me. Even as I typed this, I want to defend that one time I cut someone off in traffic and explain it away. Lord, forgive my defensive heart. I forget sometimes that I am a Kingdom Woman. I heard this sermon, called Marked, from Pastor Michael Todd. Lord have mercy. I am marked. I am Yours. I am forgiven and I have the power to forgive others as You forgave me. I do not have to live this way. I have been given freedom. My pastor has been in Romans lately and it just keeps applying to my life, over and over. Romans 8:15 says: You did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear: instead, you received the Spirit of adoption, by whom we cry out, Abba, Father!

So, here is my prayer today. I am changed. I am marked. I am a Kingdom woman. I pray that I remember that. I pray that I remember who I belong to. I pray that I remember I have a spirit of adoption, not fear. I pray that I continue to forgive and grow every single day. I pray that I learn to mature in my walk with you every single day. I pray that I remember those even the dirt transforms me. I pray that I learn to love the dirt. Thank you for allowing me to come to you with all my walls, baggage, and dirt. Thank you for loving me too much to let me stay that way. Thank you for knocking down my walls gently and gracefully. Thank you for unpacking my baggage and carrying it for me. Thank you for letting me pick up the cross. Thank you cleaning the dirt off me and letting it transform me. Lord, heal this defensive heart of mine that pushes others away. I pray that my heart is welcoming to others and does not become hard-heartened. I pray that I show your love with those around me. I pray that I am always pointing right back to you. I pray that I apply what I’ve learned from the pastor in Romans. I pray for what I learned in Pastor Michael Todd’s sermon. I pray that I continue to obey your commands. I pray that I continue to trust you. I pray that I depend on you, not my own understanding. Thank you for working miracles in my life. I pray that I become an answer to a problem. I pray that I continue to serve. I pray that I torment what torments my leaders. I pray that you keep working on my heart. I pray that I hear your commands. I pray that I spend more time, quiet and still, listening for your commands. I pray for humility. I pray that I give you my heart. I pray that I stop giving power to satan’s lies. I pray that I fill my life with your word. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.