Lord Jesus, when I think about my losses, it can feel that I have no skin to protect me. I feel raw, scraped to the bone. I don’t know why you have allowed such pain. Looking at Job helps, but I must admit that I struggle to see something “new being birthed out of the old”.

Lord, grant me the courage to feel, to pay attention, and then to wait on you. You know that everything in me resists limits, humility, and the cross.

So I invite you, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, to make your home in me as you describe in John 14:23, to freely roam and fill every crevice of my life. And may the prayer of Job, finally, be mine:

My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

– Peter Scazzero