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God,
are you there?
Last time we spoke our hearts were still in tact.
Now, it is forever marked, broken, and changed.
God,
can you hear us?
Or, do our weighty sobs fall on deaf ears?
Lord,
I know what it's like to be broken.
To stare into the face of hate.
To be drenched in the waters of disgust.
I know what it's like to try and find stable footing.
To convince myself that what I hear just beyond my door isn't true.
I know what it's like to walk while crippled with sorrow.
To urge my limbs to move despite the thickening sadness crashing like a tidal wave.
What agony.
I know what it's like to constantly persuade my bones,
my being,
my thoughts,
my existence
that I matter.
Even as my "good" neighbor vehemently refuses to acknowledge it.
Lord,
will you move in us?
Give us the courage to continue to walk as the storm rages on.
Lead us through each valley with hope,
even as the darkness persists.
And,
when the weariness weathers the soles of our feet,
when the tide begins to change,
when the fog lifts and the horizon made clear...
Lord,
give us the strength to persevere.
Give us strength and give us wisdom for our time.
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