Father, thank You for meeting me in this space.
For letting me linger long in Your embrace.
Thank You for giving me words to shed here.
For using this outlet to draw me closer to You.
Jehovah, You astound me. Let it always be so.
You have given me the gift of writing.
And although I’ve fought it, I now humbly accept it.
Thank You, Yahweh, for allowing me to worship You this way.
And here, I give it back to You.
For Your glory. Let it be so.
So with trembling fingers I press publish,
Offering my heart to others in hopes they see You.
Although I know the words written are for You and me,
I pray You can use them for more.
Not for me, but for You. Let it stay so.
May my words speak Your name. Not mine.
May my writing be so that the author is forgotten,
But what is remembered is You.
Your glory. Your grace. Your love. Your works.
For it’s all about You. Let it remain so.
I am but a vessel.
Nothing more than a piece of clay.
Nothing less than a masterpiece.
Only You know the plan for my life. Let that be enough.
And when people stop by, may they see who made me.
May Your style resonate so that my face is forgotten.
For all they see is You.
I cannot think of a greater legacy
Than that which leaves Your fingerprints
On everything I’ve left behind.
Holy Spirit, let it be so.
Lord, make me unknown.
Known only to You.
And while You’re at it,
Can You make me okay with that, too?
To You, Abba, be all glory and honor forever. Jesus, let it be so.
This prayer of mine evolves as I continue to draw closer to Him. Feel free to stop by from time to time and see where my heart is currently at. I’d be honored to have you pray alongside me.