4/8
Dear God, Tonight I chose myself. Not the comfort of old patterns. Not the momentary fix of a familiar voice. But me—my heart, my healing, and the future You’re preparing for me. It wasn’t easy. My flesh wanted to reach out. But my spirit remembered the cost. The tears. The doubt. The pieces of myself I kept giving away. Thank You for being my strength in weakness. For whispering “You deserve more” when I almost forgot. For reminding me that silence can be holy too. That letting go isn’t losing—it’s making room for *better.* I trust You, even when I miss what I had. Even when the loneliness creeps in. Because I know You’re not just removing—You’re *restoring.* Tonight, I chose me. But more importantly, I chose *You.* Amen.