Thwart me, Lord, when I am determined to drive down dead-end alleys.
Thwart me when my pride goes before a shattering fall.
Thwart me when I’m dazzled by fools’ gold and mesmerized by shiny surfaces, when I pass up eternal to run hard after temporary.
Thwart me when I give you slapdash but you want my whole heart.
Thwart me when I mistake easy for good.
Thwart me when I mistake cutting for clever.
Thwart me when I grab for excuses—for my own bad behavior or for my unwillingness to forgive someone else’s.
Thwart me, Glorious One, when I glory-hog.
Teach me the patience to wait on Your better plan, and grant me faith in Your unfailing love. Help me not to trust the evidence of my eyes, but to anticipate a better outcome than I can see.
And thank You, God, for answering not only the prayers I beg in ignorance, but the prayers I didn’t know I needed.
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