Lord, I see the work of Your hand in the guiding light of the most troubling conditions. At the edge of every shadow is light. Through Your Spirit’s expression and affection, I learn and grow into the fullness of the design You intended for me. In the humble assurance of Your promise never to leave or forsake me, let me stand strong in the chaos of the unknown. Empower me to step up alongside those who are called by Your Name. Grant courage to Your army. Display Your all-sufficiency. You are my bread, my life force, my completion, my hope, and my portion forever. Take my heart in Your hand and shape it like clay. Exert the pressure necessary to make me what You desire me to be. Beneath Your gentle nudging, I will not break because Yours is a loving mold. Yours is a beautiful touch. Yours is a tender caress of eternal hope. Accept my pledge, Lord. Peel back my crusty layers until the core of my soul is entirely available to You. Under the Word of the Lord in Psalm 16:5-6 and the authority of Christ, I come to the altar in prayer.

The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
    You hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
    indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
Psalm 16:5-6, ESV