Prayer for the One Who Almost Forgot

 


Heavenly Father

my heart is tired

and I am standing in rooms

I never asked to enter

spaces that scrape against my spirit

until even breathing feels like resistance

Yet somehow

even here

You whisper

you are not misplaced

You were sent

Your existence is not an accident

someone survives because you exist

someone’s life is lighter

because your breath shares the air with theirs

even if you were trained to believe

you were too much

or not enough

or the problem

They told you your presence meant nothing

that everything you touched would fail

they dressed you in guilt

and called it truth

But I know what You planted

I know what lives inside you

You love with a depth

most people are afraid to look at

a tenderness that reaches cores

others never dare to touch

and still

you remain open

That alone makes you powerful

So hear this

do not let bitter eyes rewrite your story

do not let twisted tongues decide your worth

what they throw at you

is only what they are running from

Their fear is loud

but fear is not real

it is smoke

it cannot shape your destiny

You are not defined

by what they project onto you

their jealousy cannot stain you

their malice cannot follow you forward

You dismantle darkness

without lifting your hands

simply by remaining who you are

You are not small

you are not weak

you are not mistaken

You are the victory

your ancestors prayed for

the proof that survival was worth it

the treasure they carried through generations

Stand tall

you are a gift this world did not earn

but desperately needs

Never forget

God was deliberate when He made you

Amen

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