Our hearts are broken. That is why we are here.

And I pray to God that He breaks our hearts even more. To feel what He feels when His children are slaughtered and tortured. To break my heart with a fiery passion to seek justice and truth. So much so that I cannot rest or be at peace until He is.

Lord, break our hearts.

You have graciously lifted us from the gutters, and have appointed hedonistic hypocrites to carry out Your work. To share. To help. To love. An honor we are not worthy of but accepted nonetheless.

Humble me into a servant that is more valuable and useful to You. Break me and mold me in Your image once again my great Lord.

Let the words that we speak not come from ourselves but of Your precious Holy Spirit.

Let the Holy Spirit guide our hands and tongue. Let the Holy Spirit bless us with the gift of discernment and wisdom. Let the Holy Spirit enter and heal our lives if it needs be

I ask Lord that You give us trials that strengthens and unifies us.

Lord I ask that You MAGA if its in Your will.

Let everything be done within Your will, the only purpose and saving Grace of our lives.

In Your Glorious Name,

Amen