Tonight, Lord, I felt it—
Not loneliness, not despair—
But a quiet, aching hunger for companionship.
Not even romantic love, not tonight.
Just friendship.
Shared laughter.
A voice on the other end of the line who gets it.
I found myself asking: Who can I call?
Who’s available—not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually?
Who’s walking a similar road, someone single and present, someone who delights in connection, in sacred conversation, in real friendship?
I realize now, God, that I’ve helped create my own solitude.
I trained people to expect my independence.
I taught them I’m self-sufficient.
I taught them I’m “fine.”
And maybe I believed it too.
But the older I get, the more I understand:
We were not made to do life alone.
Even You—Three in One—exist in eternal fellowship.
I need friendship.
Not to survive, but to thrive.
Not to fill a void, but to share a journey.
I want to grow in this area, Lord. I want to open myself again.
To soften the walls I built not out of pride but out of preservation.
Family relationships have been hard.
I’ve built strong boundaries to survive the emotional traffic of home life.
But I don’t want the same walls that protected me to now imprison me.
Don’t let me become untouchable, unreachable, unavailable.
I want to connect again. Deeply. Authentically.
And Lord, I lift my team to You.
Tonight, I ask for a miracle. A productivity miracle.
Flood them with ideas, shortcuts, clarity, and divine efficiency.
Let tonight be a night of divine acceleration.
Let tomorrow feel like a breakthrough.
I declare: Friday will come and we will not be overwhelmed.
February will be wrapped, sealed, completed—
With only a few statements left to receive.
Let them feel momentum, not burden.
Let me lead them well, and leave them in strength—not in stress.
I lift Michelle to You too, Father.
Teach her how to lead from a healed place.
Give her wisdom beyond her years and grace beyond her limits.
Heal her soul.
Whisper Your leadership style into her spirit—
Compassionate, bold, wise, and steady.
And Lord, while I’m pouring out my requests—
I won’t pretend I don’t still long for a partner.
Not someone from the bank—please, not that.
But someone aligned, someone real, someone called.
Someone who knows how to carry joy, purpose, and presence.
And I ask boldly for favor—
Favor with Will, favor with Murray, favor with Richard,
Favor with every decision-maker connected to my purpose.
Open doors that no one can shut.
Whisper my name in rooms I’ve never walked into.
Give me unusual, undeniable, divine favor.
Because I know the One I’m asking.
You are not just the Giver—you are good.
Not just the Opener of doors—but the One who holds the keys.
I wait, not in despair, but in expectation.
You are writing something beautiful,
And I believe I am walking into a season where connection, clarity, and calling will collide.
Let it be so, in the mighty name of Jesus.
Amen
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