Pour Out

Well, another rough day bites the dust. I laugh (kind of) because I asked for it. I asked to be refined, to be pushed, to be depleted of myself, all so I could be more like Him. I want that. I want to be more like Him but I am recognizing it is TOUGH.

Today began with a lock down (when the school has to shut down for safety reasons), was followed with one of my special friends throwing an absolute FIT (including, but not limited to, sobbing and stubbornness), and ending with another friend blatantly lying and refusing to tell the truth. Joy. Furthermore, my heart for the sweet little (and big) friends at school just hurts.

Yet, I asked for it. I asked, prayed, believed, that my heart would break for what breaks His. And here I am, brokenhearted, for these kids, these lost sheep that the Shepherd desires to find. God's heart breaks for the hopeless, fatherless, poor, weary, and lost. And some of these kids are all of these things. And this is why my heart hurts. I feel powerless. I am only one person and I cannot change the way these friends feel. However, God can. This life is not and will not ever have me as the center of attention. This is God's show. He makes the shots.

So Lord, I come to Your throne boldly asking for redemption, peace, structure, consistency, and an outpouring of Your Spirit over my school. Let it be known that it is Your dwelling place. I feel discouraged and have poured out my soul in prayer for these little people. Sure, I could pray more for them but I am asking Him, seeking Him, believing in His protection over the school, over these kid's lives. Holy Spirit You are welcome. Permeate the walls of the school building with your sweet aroma. Let this be enough to bring change, hope, and a desire for these kids to become the best they can possibly be. Amen.