A Note I Found In My Old iPhone

This past weekend when I was decluttering some items I no longer needed, I came across a basket of some of my old electronics -- one of which happened to be an old iPhone I had. I turned it on to see what was on it and to my surprise, I found an old note I’d written that contained prayer requests. Some of the requests were mine, and a few others were from different people I’d been lifting up. It was cool and refreshing to come across the note, especially with the year 2020 has been.

At the beginning of the pandemic, I had a tough time. I was coping with tremendous amounts of stress, anxiety, doubt, depression, isolation, and restlessness. There were also a handful of times when I got so angry and disappointed with God that I got rid of different prayer request lists I had on my phone and some that I’d written out in my notebooks. When I was feeling my lowest, I didn’t see the point in praying anymore if things weren’t going to change. Eventually, some things changed, some didn’t, and some things still haven’t, but you know what? God is still good. I’m in a much better and healthier spiritual, mental, and physical space than I was before, and I’ve eased back into my prayer closet with greater intention, consistency, and focus.

I'm glad I stumbled across a note that reminded me to keep going, keep praying, and to keep pursuing God. I hope that as we all approach the end of this year, you're motivated to do the same no matter what your circumstances, challenges, or obstacles are. And I hope that you will embrace a peace and contentment that carries you through. If you're reading this right now, I'll be lifting you up in prayer too. Keep going and take care.

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