Prayer for young adults

Lord, You told a story about seed that fell on rock. It sprang up fast but had no root. When the sun came, it died. Luke 8:13. I know that soil. I have lived it. The retreat high. The podcast that lit me on fire for two weeks. The season of strong faith that ended quietly when a relationship ended or a job got harder. I have grown a lot of green grass for You and very little wheat.

The honest thing is to stop borrowing energy from somebody else's experience and start asking for real depth. Not a bigger feeling — deeper soil. The kind of root that holds when nobody is watching, when no one is leading worship, when the next book has not yet been written, when the temptation comes at 11pm on a Thursday and there is no podcast to put on.

So do the slow work in me that I cannot rush. Loosen the hard ground. Push the root past the shallow places where I only care what people think. I am tired of being a quick believer. Make me an unimpressive one who is still standing in five years because the root went down where it had to.

Amen.