I am small, God of all. I’m a tiny voice in the noisy crowd. I’m the short kid standing behind the parade watchers. Some days the opposition surrounds me, and I feel like the Dr. Suess Who, shouting your words to the forest canopy. “He’s here, he’s here, God is here!” Forgive my discouragement, Father. Forgive the times I forget how powerful and holy you are. Strengthen my resolve, and stop those who desire to quash you by silencing me. Speak to the darkness on my behalf. Remind me that you cannot be quieted. Your purposes will stand. Your will prevails. Your story goes on through trials and desperate times, and your kingdom increases. You do mighty things, using your remnant. Remind me of Paul’s statement of working when the odds seemed against him. You wear the victor’s crown. Keep me keeping on, Father. I ask these things in the name above all names, Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; 9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed…” (2 Corinthians 4:7-9 ESV)

“Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the LORD that will stand.” (Proverbs 19:21 ESV)