I often hear people say they’re standing on the prayers of their ancestors. But at some point, what does it look like to become the ancestor? What happens when you no longer stand on the backs of those who paved the way, but instead, step into the role of paving the way yourself—for you and those who come after?
This post is dedicated to my old prayers—the ones I’m standing on today. I dream about my future self, fully sustained by the manifestations of past quiet moments with the Lord.
This is an ode to ourselves. To our old prayers. The ones our future selves will stand on.
Each week, I plan to release an old prayer as a reminder to stand firm in what was spoken, to encourage prayer, and to reignite hope in old dreams.
Father,
I'm not sure what this season is, what it means, what I'm supposed to do. I do know that I trust you and your plan for my life. I know that you have it figured out and that I am a special creation. I want to draw close to you and obey more.
Am I supposed to be quiet this season?
Should I be serving? Should I be doing anything?
Teach me and show me. Guide me and surprise me. Stay with me. I will listen closely and quiet my brain. I want to hear from you.
Thank you for showing me your love. Thank you for choosing me as your son. For loving me continuosly. For still speaking to me even when I dont want to listen. I sometimes don't want to repent because I know that I'll do it again. Please continue to walk with me. Please continue to show me your love. You are worthy. Thank you.
I pray for freedom. I pray for everyone in my life. Today, I invite your holy spirit. I love you.
Amen
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