for the singles of The Body
of Christ in Midland, Lord...
i lift them up to you, hands held high,
seeing their strain and struggle to juggle the stuff of life.
help, Lord.
which  "balls" to drop, which to keep throwing.

God, help us not get so tired we start settling.

God, please help us not to get hardened by the layers  of protection
we sheathe ourselves with,
but instead, look up to You to do the shielding.

Lord, i lift up those whose only companion is rejection.
help, God!

and for those milling around in the wrong places,
making wrong connections,
open eyes, God.

help those who ache tonight because of their children.

may these find belonging inside You.
may they learn Papa.

deliver from the distractions, Lord, of the irrelevant....

thank You for hearing these hearts.
may they not beat alone....