O God—
You know the tremor in me,
the quiet ache that longs
to be wholly Yours.

I have seen what devotion looks like
in the pages of Your story
and in the lives lit like candles—
those who prayed through storms,
walked with steady steps
while the world swayed around them.

I confess—
my own heart splits at the seams;
I wander in the fields of distraction,
I grasp at control
as if I could sculpt tomorrow
with my own hands.
Pride rises like restless smoke,
and I breathe it in
forgetting who truly gives breath.

Still—
there is a want
that will not leave me.
It rests in the marrow,
calling me back to the quiet
where You wait.

Prop me up when my knees fold.
Encourage me to stay the course
when the road bends
and my sight grows dim.
Nurture this want
until it flowers into will,
and that will blossoms into acts
that turn my face toward You
again and again.

Let these acts feed
the soul that thirsts to see You,
to walk with You,
to love You without pause
and without measure.

O Spirit within—
call me,
shape me,
hold me to Your heart
until I am faithful
not only in longing…
but in living.

Amen.