I get to doubtin You hear my prayers when things aren’t going my way, orrrr rather the way I think things should be going. I am living proof that hurt people hurt people. I am insecure and an emotional hot mess way more often than I would like to admit. But I’m finding that still, small voice again. I hear You telling me when to stand my ground and when to let it go. Yesterday, was a hold my ground. Yes, I most definitely had a short fuse when I tried to handle it and got real ugly, real fast. Them mama bear protective instincts kicked into overdrive and I made mistakes. This morning, most definitely, plain as day: let it go. Nothing that happens before coffee is even real up in this house. I am all sunshine and birds sangin in the morning. Probs from yearsssss of Daddy wakin us up with “Good Morning Sunshine, it’s Kelloggs breakfast time, you make me soooooo happy…” No matter how many pillows we put over our ears or even threw at him, he persisted. I do not have the persistence down yet. When you shoo me away or tell me to bug off, I most definitely get my feelings hurt and I BUG OFF. With a little buzz like a bee and everything. It ain’t cute in the slightest bit.
Lord, I am trying to seek Your will. I am trying to listen when I’m supposed to move, listen when I’m supposed to be still, listen when I’m supposed to stop actin a fool.
Lord, the world ain’t out to get me. The authority folks around me aren’t trying to take everything from me. I get so insecure sometimes because I know how much I have to lose. I prayed my whole life for the people I have now and I know how much that’s worth. And I’m so scared of losing them that I send em runnin for the hills and I’m ugly to the very folks I am tryin to protect. The worst part about it, I know exactly what I am doing. I am completely aware when I am thinkin and actin irrationally. Sometimes, I can tell myself, hey girl, chill. Sometimes it’s like watchin a train wreck, knowin it’s gonna crash, but still standin on the sidelines, full steam ahead.
Sometimes, I get in that stinkin thinkin like Beth Moore preaches. Sometimes, I get stuck in that trauma place like Lysa Terkheurst preaches. Sometimes, I need to remember who the real enemy is like Priscilla Shirer preaches. Sometimes, I feel the ache of needing Heaven and a good ole chat with You like Lisa Harper preaches. Sometimes, I just need to look at him and remember exactly how much I prayed for every single hair on his head.
So, this is my prayer today. Thank you for this man that loves me even when I doubt how he could. Thank you for this man that loves me even when I feel completely unlovable. Thank you for this man that loves me even when I’m actin ugly. Thank you for this man that loves me even when I’m insecure and irrational. Thank you for this man that loves me even before he’s had his coffee in the mornin. Thank you for this man that loves me even when my mama bear side starts growlin. Lord have mercy, I don’t deserve him and that alone is living proof that ya heard my prayers. He is so much better than even my best prayers. Lord, I begged and pleaded for yearssssss for you to bring him into my life. I got to a point when I gave up thinkin he was comin. I doubted your goodness. I grew up believin that the way a man loves a woman is a reflection of your love for your people. I didn’t realize how deeply you loved your church until I felt love for him. Thank you for lovin me. And thank you for lovin me too much to leave me stuck in my mess. Thank you for pullin me outta the mud, dustin the dirt off my boots and my heart, and tellin me to do better next time. Thank you for lovin me so much more than I deserve. 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 those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.