The Solution

I’ve been praying all wrong.

Last night God whispered through my shouts.

Last night I was holding on so tight, begging for resolution that didn’t come.

I asked Him, “Why?”

He pried my hands lose so He could hold them.

He said, “Stop limiting me.”

I said, “Why aren’t you fixing this? I mean, I’m trying to trust you and all, but why aren’t you fixing this?”

He said, “Who says I’m not?”

I stomped. I pointed. I whined.

I said, “Because it’s not fixed! I can see it’s not fixed. How am I supposed to trust you when you’re … read the rest. . .

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