you ever stop praying about something because you’re tired of the all too often heaviness of the disappointment.
and you want to pray.
even if you prayed silently before, this time the prayers are sub-silent. feeling too foolish to consciously voice them, you cry out quietly in your innermost being – please, Jesus.
please, Jesus. i know by now because you’ve shown me time and time again, but please, take this pain away. i know i walked right into it, but you’re far greater than i am, surely you can ease this burden.