Daily Faith Walk

Someone you love just heard the word no one wants to hear, and now you don't know what to do with your hands or your evenings. Maybe it came in a doctor's small office, maybe over the phone while you were driving, maybe in a text you read three times because the first two didn't feel real. Cancer rearranges a person's whole calendar, and it rearranges yours too, because now you're the one trying to find words for something that has no good words. You've come here because praying feels like the only useful thing left to do. It is. Photo by Eran Menashri on Pexels Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction. (2 Corinthians 1:3-4, ESV) Bringing this to God There's a particular kind of helplessness in praying for someone else's body. You can't take the diagnosis off them. You can't sit in the infusion chair in their place, no matter how much you'd t...

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. — Matthew 11:28, NIV Maybe you're sleeping in separate rooms, or lying next to someone who feels like a stranger. Maybe there was an affair, or an addiction that keeps taking priority over you, or just years of slow drift until you woke up one day and realised you were roommates, not spouses. You've prayed the short desperate prayers already, God, fix this, usually at 2 a.m., usually through tears you didn't plan on. This is for you, whether your marriage is in crisis this week or has been quietly dying for years. Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. — Matthew 11:28, NIV Bringing this to God Psalm 62:8 tells us to "pour out your heart before him," and it's worth knowing that David wrote those words while people were actively plotting to bring him down, the psalm opens with him describing himself as a leaning wall, a tottering fence. He wasn't p...