My Prayer to God

I prayed to God for the sadness to end and then it did.
He showered me with his compassion and drenched me with his love.
He kept my mind busy when it was in complete discord.
He surrounded me with his love when I was in need of it the most.
He interrupted my incessant tears and showed me a different way.

A soul that is far too easily bruised…
A heart that is often too easily wrecked…
One that endures intentional hurt far too often…
I felt ready to quit on this world forever.

When I was feeling unreasonably tireless, my running shoes were waiting for me, and a 10-mile run ensued.
When I was feeling hungry, my pantry was filled with ingredients for cooking and a healthy meal was prepared.
When I was feeling nervously anxious, my exercise mat was spotted, and a 60-minute yoga session occurred.  
When I was feeling tense, my Bible was laying on my nightstand and I spent some time getting reacquainted with Isaiah. 
When I was lost and helpless, I got down on my knees and prayed and prayed for the sadness to stop and then it did.

I prayed to God to for the misery to cease and then it did.
He showered me with his compassion and drenched me with his love.
He kept me moving whereas in the past I might have rested.
He kept me engaged whereas in the past I might have disappeared.
He kept me on my feet when I all I wanted to do was crumble, crash and die.

A soul that is far too easily bruised…
A heart that is often too easily wrecked…
One that endures intentional hurt far too often…
Had me wanting to quit on this world forever.

When I was feeling stressed, I retrieved my journal and penned my thoughts until tranquility prevailed.   
When I was feeling exhausted, I laid my head on my pillow and eight hours later I woke up fully refreshed. 	
When I was feeling lonely, I found an old box of cards and notes and was reminded of how much I’ve always been loved. 
When I was feeling resentful, Matthew, Mark, and Luke reminded me how important it is to forgive.
When I was lost and helpless, I got down on my knees and prayed and prayed for the misery to cease and then it did. 

I prayed to God for the suffering to stop and then it did.
He showered me with his compassion and drenched me with his love.
He showed me that I was stronger than I ever believed to be possible.
He reassured me that the reasons for my heartbreak were beyond my control.
He convinced me that feelings were real and justified, but that pity would not define me.

A soul that is far too easily bruised…
A heart that is often too easily wrecked…
One that endures intentional hurt far too often…
Had me wanting to quit on this world forever.

When I was feeling overwhelmed, I practiced my breathing techniques until I was able to regain my composure.  
When I was feeling pessimistic, I retook an inventory of everything I had and was instantly filled with gratitude.   
When I was feeling overcome, I realized I could not be defeated unless I was actually ready to quit.
When I was feeling vulnerable, I referred to my Bible and Corinthians reaffirmed in me that God’s grace flows forever. 
When I was lost and helpless, I got down on my knees and prayed and prayed for the suffering to stop and then it did.