Day 70 – Promise Land Glimpse (reflection/prayer)
Seventy days.Not seventy clean, not seventy pretty—but seventy returns.I caught a glimpse today—of the peace You promised,the life You said was possible.God, let me keep walking toward it.
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Seventy days.Not seventy clean, not seventy pretty—but seventy returns.I caught a glimpse today—of the peace You promised,the life You said was possible.God, let me keep walking toward it.
God,The only thing keeping me upright todayis bitter coffee and holy words.I’ll take it.Meet me here.
God,Even if it means gravel in my skin,I’ll keep dropping to my knees.Better scraped in prayer than whole in self-will.
God,I’m not bowing in some cathedral.I’m at my kitchen table,coffee gone cold,heart beating too fast.But You’re here,and I need You.
Fifty days.Not fifty perfect days.More like fifty rounds in the dirt.I lay this marker here,to say I made it this far.Now, God—help me make it farther.
God,I don’t have some big fancy prayer tonight.I’ve got scraps.I’ve got a little honesty and a lot of “please.”So here it is—I’m down here, and I need You.
God,My head’s a damn carnival right now.Loud, messy, flashing lights I never asked for.Say one word, louder than all of it.Just one.Make it Stay.
Reflection: The number 40 in Scripture ain’t cute.It’s never clean. Never easy.It’s floodwaters swallowing the earth (Genesis 7:12).It’s Moses on the mountain with no food but fire (Exodus 24:18).It’s Israel walking in circles, blistered and bitter (Numbers 14:33-34).It’s Jesus starving in the desert with Satan whispering (Matthew 4:2). Forty means fire.Forty means famine.Forty means fight. … Read more