For the One's Starting Again

 


Standing before this blank page, I come to You, Lord, with open hands.

Forward I go.

Not looking back to carry what has already fallen from me.

Not reaching behind to gather what You have already taken away.

Forward is my answer.

Forward is my obedience.

Forward is my becoming.

It has been what it has been.

The hurt had its season.

The pain spoke its lessons.

Even the shadows that drained me revealed what I must never hold again.

Today, I release it all.

Every weight that was not mine to carry, I lay it down.

Every word that tried to break me, I return to silence.

Every intention sent to harm me, I release back into Your justice.

Cleanse me, Lord.

Let no bitterness take root in me.

Let no anger make a home in my spirit.

Burn away all that does not belong to the truth of who I am in You.

I choose myself.

I choose the life You are calling me into.

I choose peace over chaos, wholeness over wounds, light over everything that tried to dim me.

I will not shrink to survive anymore.

I will rise to live.

Teach me how to be free.

Not just in moments, but in my mind, in my heart, in my soul.

Let joy no longer be something I chase, but something I become.

I have been given another chance, and I do not take it lightly.

Guide my steps so that I may walk it with wisdom.

Guard my heart so that I may walk it with truth.

Strengthen my spirit so that I may walk it without fear.

I release what was.

I receive what is.

I step into what will be.

Forward I go, Lord.

And this time, I go whole.

Amen.

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