You know my frame—
Not just the bones that bend beneath betrayal,
But the breath that trembles when trust is torn.
You saw me—
Not just the smile I stitched for Sunday,
But the soul that sobbed in secret.
I said in haste, “I am cut off,”
But You cut through the noise,
Drew near to my cry,
And held me—
Not as a judge, but as a Father.
Into Your hands I commit this ache,
This longing, this legacy, this love.
You are my refuge,
My rhythm,
My reason to rise again.
So I will be of good courage—
Not because the storm has ceased,
But because You are in the boat with me.
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π Prayer: “Held in Your Hands”
Lord, You are my safe place when the world feels unsafe.
You see the anguish I cannot name, the wounds I cannot explain.
You know the betrayal, the silence, the ache of waiting.
Yet You do not turn away. You draw near.
I commit my spirit, my story, my relationships into Your hands.
Redeem what feels broken. Restore what feels lost.
Strengthen my heart to hope again, to love again, to trust again.
Teach me to wait with courage,
To speak with grace,
To release with faith.
You are the God of truth.
You are the God who sees.
You are the God who holds.
In Jesus' name. Amen.

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