A Prayer from the Frontline

Lord God,

I ain’t askin’ to be rich,

And I sure as hell ain’t askin’ to be poor.

Just give me enough.

Enough to keep a roof over our heads,

Food on the table, and heat when the cold comes through.

Enough to give when I can,

And stay quiet when I can’t.

Don’t give me so much I start thinkin’ I built this life without You.

But don’t leave me so empty I start doubting You’re even there.

Keep me grounded.

Keep me straight.

Keep me lean on pride and heavy on truth.

Pull the lies outta me…

The ones I tell others, and worse, the ones I tell myself.

Help me live clean. Not perfect. Just real.

You know the trail I’ve walked.

You know the weight I drag behind me.

I’ve been through fire, loss, betrayal…

And I’m still standin’. Maybe limpin’, but standin’.

I ain’t askin’ for more than I need…

Just enough.

I’ve never been the perfect friend, son, father, husband, or brother.

Truth is, I’ve failed more than I’d ever admit out loud.

But I’m still here.

And I’m grateful for the folks who raised me,

And the few who never let go.

You gave me a white stone and a name no one else knows.

That’s enough reason to keep breathin’.

I work hard.

I love hard.

And I forgive what most can’t.

But if anyone threatens the people I love…

Thank You, God, for the fire You put in my gut.

You forged me this way.

I don’t go lookin’ for trouble.

But if it finds my front porch,

It’ll see what judgment looks like in a man’s eyes.

With blood on my boots, I’ll send it back where it came from,

Without hesitation,

Without apology.

That ain’t hate.

That’s loyalty.

That’s blood.

I’m not here to judge another man.

I’ve got enough of my own mess to haul.

My own soul to answer for.

And yes, Lord… I love my work.

I’m grateful for it.

It’s honest. It’s real.

And it matters to the people I’d die for.

That’s enough for me.

Amen.