Before I knew how to read, I knew how to pray.

My parents taught me.

They made it simple. Prayer is talking to God. And they knew I could talk, so they knew I could pray.

Petitions and expressions of gratitude.

That’s how I would sum up my prayer life.

One day, as I was walking in to work, I switched up my prayer.

Instead of praying for a specific kind of day (read: stress free and fanciful), I asked God to give me the day he wanted me to have.

I didn’t say my usual prayer of avoidance from trouble, but I wanted a day of God’s will.

I don’t know where the courage to pray such a prayer came from, but lately I’ve been thinking. Since God is good, I can trust him with my days.

Really, I can trust him with my life. I can trust him with the mundane moments. I can trust him with my distant future.

I can pray courageously.

I can pray prayers of fortitude.

Make me a fortress, a strong foundation. Challenge me. Test me. Fortify me.

Because my sister recently reminded me that lessons you learn in struggle, in heartache, in desperation get tattooed on the walls of your heart. They sear you to the core unlike any good day, moment or season can.

They fortify you.

So, Lord, be with me through the struggle. Give me the days and life that you want me to have. You’re good, and I trust you.

Hope this helps,
Ambini