O God of our Creation — most interested and loving Lord,
I bring before You this moment the frightened, the weary, the despairing, the hurting, the one who is hemmed in and about. You know, Lord. You know and You cry out Your love for this one, for the many. Encourage this one who is constrained by the dreaded minute, where panic intervenes and overwhelms, where it interferes and interrupts, where it dashes hopes and dreams at least for the moment; give a supernatural and inspired hope that cannot be felt but can be believed. Loan them Your faith, Lord. Give to them what they cannot and will not feel. Give to them recognition of this as they look back — “I did receive!” Even as they don’t feel it now.
For the dreaded minute that rolls on into the minutes, into an hour, a day, and longer, give this precious one Your covenant pride, Lord, that You could not be more pleased that they continue stepping out their journey despite what they feel and what they face. As You cannot help turning Your face toward this one, Good Good Father, create an avenue of sweet relief — some sweet seconds, a holy minute.
Relief is the word, loving and caring Lord. Give Your precious intercession through Your Holy Spirit, to this one who desperately seeks You, who follows You despite what and how they feel. Be with this one. Protect them and hide them in the cover of Your wings, in Christ.
AMEN.
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