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Disciple of Prayer
Father God, You see the ache in her soul — the longing not just for love, but for someone who understands the depth of what she’s endured. Not someone who shows up only when it’s easy, but someone who sees the battle she fought alone and chooses her because of it, not in spite of it. Lord, if You’re preparing someone for her — make him humble. Make him the kind of man who doesn’t arrive to fix, but to witness. Let him recognize that she didn’t survive so he could swoop in and take credit — she survived because You sustained her. Let him love her scars, not resent them. Let him honor the weight she carried, not compare his own. Let him stand beside her, not over her. And God… if it hurts her to imagine him coming only when things are finally easier, then don’t let him come like that. Let him be ready to kneel in the ashes, not just dance in the healing. Let him understand that the woman he meets then — stronger, softer, wiser — was shaped in fire. And let him treasure that story like a holy thing. Until that day, Lord, continue holding her through the silence. Comfort her when the loneliness feels like too much. And remind her — over and over — that she is not forgotten. You see her. You’ve seen every long night. And You’re still writing her story — one chapter at a time. In Jesus’ name, Amen.