When I wake up some mornings and remnants of a bad dream are lingering.
Help me, Lord, to lay it down at your feet.
My expectations of myself as a mother.
Help me to lay it down.
My worries for those I love, my concerns for my spouse, or my fears for my children.
Help me to lay it down.
My tight schedule.
My desires to do more, and be more to each and every person, even as I know I can’t.
My problem with anger.
My pride.
My judgement.
Help me to lay it down. At your feet.
My financial burdens.
My fear.
My goals, my dreams, my unfulfilled visions of the future.
My plans, my ways, my inadeqaucies. My, my, my.
But no.
Yours, yours, yours.
Help me to lay it down.
Help me to see that my control only leads to anxiety, whereas my release leads to peace.
My sadness, my grief, my guilt. All the ways I’ve fallen short and continue to fall.
Lord, I don’t claim to have obtained it yet. But one thing I do. I press on, not looking behind, but looking ahead to that which you have called me in your name.
Until I get there, Lord, until I make it home, help me to lay it down. Help me to surrender my everything to you.
Family history, chains that try and bind me, be it addiction or depression.
Help me to lay it down.
Help me to remember that I am weak, that I will fail, that I cannot be perfect, no matter how much I want it. Help to understand that although I cannot always succeed, that with you I am capable. I’m more than a conqueror. I am a child of God.
Help me to not be defeated by my own limits, but to be inspired, invigorated, and set free by the fact that I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.
When I pray, and I don’t feel like you hear me.
When I pray, and I don’t think I get an answer.
When my faith is wavering.
Help me to lay it down.
Today.
Help me to lay it all down.
Tomorrow.
Help me remember to lay it all down.
Forever and ever.
Lay it all down.
In peace and surrender.
Lay it all down.