For the times when the ordinary prayers feel too thin — when what’s needed is something honest about the difficulty rather than a performance of faith you don’t quite feel.
I will not pretend this is easy. I will not dress it up in language that makes it sound like something I have already survived.
I am in it. It is hard. I don’t know what comes next.
And yet —
I have been in hard seasons before and found my way through them, sometimes barely, sometimes changed beyond what I expected, sometimes with help I didn’t know was coming.
Let me remember that. Not as a guarantee — I know better than to demand guarantees — but as evidence.
Let me hold the difficulty without collapsing it into a conclusion about how things will always be. Hard seasons end. They are not the whole story.
Where I need courage, give it. Where I need rest, let me find it. Where I am tempted to isolate, send someone who will sit with me without needing me to be further along than I am.
I am asking for what I need. That, for now, is enough.
Amen.