Dad, I need your help.
You’ve given me many gifts, and in my foolishness, I’ve misused many of them. I know my mistakes hurt you, and I’m very sorry. You only want what’s best for me, and everything You do is good. Everything you allow to happen must also serve a purpose, but Dad, I’m hurting because of the pain my actions have caused others. I have caused some hurts that can’t be undone, and I regret it so much – only you can ease those wounds, Dad, and I’m begging you to.
I know You saw me crying today. I also know You bottle every tear. No one loves me like you do, Dad. So it’s to You I run with my troubles and my weaknesses.
Please help me to push my pride aside for Your sake, and the sake of the things You would have me to do. Help me to bring comfort instead of pain, joy instead of sorrow, delight instead of disappointment. Dad, it’s being a disappointment that breaks my heart most right now. I’ve disappointed you, and I’ve disappointed the only person I love almost as much as I love you. I know you know my heart and forgive me. I know you still love me. I know the one you’ve given me to love still loves me too, but there’s something there that’s broken and only you can fix it. I know you work on your own time, and I don’t mind waiting for that, Dad, but please – I beg you to fix it. What I have broken only you can mend.
Help me walk in truth, Dad. You told me to wear all those pieces of armor, and I left the Girdle of Truth at home. Because of that I left myself vulnerable and fell pray to attack more than once. Because of that, the rest of the pieces have taken some damage, Dad. Especially my shield of Faith. Never let me forget any of these pieces again. I bring the armor which you gave me back to you, Dad, and I’m asking you to inspect them, and to mend them so that they’re stronger than before.
So please Dad, fix my armor, and heal two hearts. I know it’s a lot to ask…but I’m your daughter, and I won’t trust anyone else with this.
In Jesus’ name,