where gratitude breathes easily

 

A Prayer of Gratitude

God,
thank You for this scholarship—
a door opened where I once saw walls.

God,
thank You for this work—
for purpose stitched into my ordinary days.

God,
thank You for the friends
You sent quietly into my life,
arriving like light when I needed it most.

God,
thank You for this family,
for these parents,
who, with the limits of their strength,
still tried to raise me,
to shape me,
even when the lessons cut deep
and love arrived wearing pain.

God,
thank You—
for every teaching,
for every fall that taught me how to stand.

Please lift me soon
to a higher calm,
to a gentler horizon of the heart,
where gratitude breathes easily
and my soul finally rests
in Your peace.

what humanity is.

That film woke something inside my chest,
a cold awareness, sharp and deep.
Terrifying—
how power truly works.

A person with money,
with endless wealth,
with influence,
with authority,
can bend those beneath them,
pull invisible strings
for their own gain.
It’s frightening.

God,
please hear me.
Protect me
from people like that.

They move in packs,
tight circles of privilege,
their own exclusive groups.
They flaunt their riches,
long, careless vacations,
parenting styles that make people gasp—
as if children were objects,
left in cars,
handed over to hotel staff to be managed.

My mind can’t process it.
My heart refuses to accept it.
This world feels wrong—
and I stand here,
asking You, God,
to keep me human
in a place that sometimes forgets
what humanity is.

5 jan 26 senen

 

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