Prayer 37

Lord, I don't waste my suffering and I don't get drunk on my sorrows. And you know how many times I've picked myself up for no other reason than to prove that you are a God who redeems.
A God who uncovers secret strengths. And though I am apparently programmed to fail, you infect my system with perplexing math, with a divine virus, with a subversive code, that redirects all my rebelliousness and recalculates all my possibility metrics.
So now it is just a matter of time.

(Philippians 1:19; Psalm 4:1, 81:7)

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