As I was praying and reading this morning, I came across a prayer that revealed so much of my heart. My desire is to be open and honest with God because He already knows my life…and me, better than I do myself. Every part of me wants to be pleasing to my Father. I want to be new. I want to be whole. I want to be me. The following is that prayer….

O Creator of beating hearts, healer of broken ones
I’ve let my passion grow cold since those days when I first began my journey with you
You’ve become a part of my life rather the center of it
A distraction rather than the direction
And my prayers have become stale, stored so conveniently in the cupboard of my heart
So here’s what I ask:
Give me the eyes of a newborn believer
Introduce yourself to me again
Amaze me with your presence
and upset the comfortable balance of my numb and stable life with your strange brad of fiery grace
crack open my courage and awareness
so that I can finally speak to you with all of my will and emotions
with heartfelt needs and honest fumbling, instead of holding myself back and offering up such hollow little prayers