I say a prayer every time I think of you. Every. Single. Time.
I pray that you’re allowing what the Lord is doing in you during this season.
That you are completely yielded to the Holy Spirit and where He is leading you.
That you are fruitful and growing in wherever you are, whatever you are doing.
I pray for you.
I don’t pray about us.
I do tell the Lord about what I feel for you and openly express my desire to be with you, but I do not want to nag heaven with cries and petitions of what I want and how I want you.
Not that doing so is wrong, but then is it really right? Am I even truly praying for you if my intentions revolve around me?
I refuse to highlight what I want and how I feel, no matter how incredibly tempting it is for me to do so. The last thing I want is to make this journey of praying for you about me.
If I’m going to passionately bombard heaven with relentless prayers about you, I might as well make them into prayers that are actually, well, for you.
For your benefit and for your good and for His glory in your story.
Whether that story includes me or not begs to be seen, but that doesn’t change a thing.
I choose to pray not with palms clasped tight but with arms open wide.
More than anything else, I pray for His will to come to pass in every area of your life.
I pray to see His glory shine ever brighter in and through who you are and who He is making you to be.
I pray that you live a life of His best; even if that means it’s a life that does not include me.
I don’t pray that you’ll be mine. Just that you’d be His.