Feeling Less Than: The Idol of Approvalنموونە

Asking for Help Surrendering Your Heart

Father, will You help my hurting heart? Will You hold me in this mess? Will You catch me when I am falling? For I am falling now.

You are good, and You are here. You tell me I am dearly loved, that I am fought for and chosen,  cherished and desired. You love being with me. You tell me I am not alone, and I don’t have to be “a slave to this phantom truth that love equals the avoidance of other people’s disappointment in me.” 

So here I am, your child, asking for your help in surrendering my heart—my heart with all its pain. For the fear of disappointing others is a burden I no longer want to carry. Come carry me now. 

I choose your love.

And I see You.

And I hear You.

And I feel You.

Come. 

Closer.

I am Yours. You are mine. (Song of Solomon 2:16).

Amen.

Friend, what will you add to this prayer?