Grateful for Your Molding

A poetic prayer of gratitude for God's perfect process, even when we cannot see His ways

Father,

I cannot see with Your eyes, But I trust Your hands upon my life.

Your ways are not my ways. What looks like loss to me Is liberation in Your sight. What feels like death to me Is deliverance in Your plan.

When You take away what I treasure, You're freeing me from idols. When You close the door I want, You're saving me from destruction.

I am grateful For every person who has wronged me, For every door You've closed, For every comfort You've removed.

They have been gifts— Painful gifts that taught me grace.

The most difficult seasons of my life Have been the ones where I've grown the most.

Protect me, Lord, from constant ease, From comfort that makes me weak, From blessings that make me forget You.

Everything I have comes from You. The only thing I truly own is my sin, And even that You're working to remove.

So I thank You For the times You've said no, For the suffering You've allowed.

Your molding process is good, Even when I cannot see it, Even when it hurts.

In the age to come, I know I'll thank You most For the times You let me suffer, Because I'll finally see How much it saved my soul.

Until then, Father, I choose to surrender And walk with complete faith That your will is good for me, And my neighbors around the world.

Ultimately, I've come to trust That your ways are perfect, Even when they're painful.

Amen.

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"'For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,' declares the Lord." — Isaiah 55:8