It’s a weird time of year that always for me at least is the most breath-taking time of soul revival. Somewhere between endings and beginnings and summer and change- I feel the Lord most when the sun beats down. As summer comes I feel refreshed and I pray,
Father, teach me autonomy
And Father teach me to ask for help.
I ask that you pray for the same things for me.
Father, teach me to be selfless
And Father teach me to be mindful of my self.
Father, help me be bold
And Father help me be humble.
Father, teach me self-control
And Father teach me how to not need to be in control.
I beg of you to pray these things with me.
Graduation means the end of highschool and leaving beachweek means proximity no longer binds me to the people it took me so long to appreciate.
Father, teach me to be grateful for the people that are in my life while they are.
As I prepare to leave for the race, this season of change is probably larger than any I’ve had before. The writer in me is excited for material, the adventurer is excited for tents and hiking and risk, but the lover of the Lord in me is thrilled and terrified and ultimately moved by the idea that this new season will be throwing myself into the unknown to all but the Omniscient God I fall to my knees before.
Father, teach me to be trusting.
