What If Your Deepest Wound Becomes Your Ministry? (Spoken Word): Episode 382

Some prayers don’t sound like a sermon. They sound like the truth you say when you’re finally tired of your own excuses. We open with a raw confession about the gap between “I’ll do better” and actually doing better, and we bring that tension straight to God without dressing it up.

From there, we name what so many people carry quietly: childhood wounds that still ache, and the habits we use to cover them with temporary comfort. We talk about what real healing and forgiveness can look like when the past still feels unfair. We also share how poetry and spoken prayer can become a spiritual practice, a way to feel God close and to find words that might touch someone else who needs hope.

The reflection turns toward love that doesn’t quit, even after hurt. We wrestle with what it means to have a heart that keeps caring, and how faith helps us navigate that tenderness with understanding instead of shame. We also sit with Exodus 20:12, honoring mother and father, while admitting how complicated that can be when family relationships carry pain. The thread running through it all is discipleship: picking up the cross, choosing to keep following Jesus, and giving God the glory for mercy, grace, and steady restoration.

If this prayer resonates, listen through, share it with someone who needs comfort, and subscribe for more. After you hear it, what’s one step you can take today to move from intention to follow-through?

Music info: Cinematic Trailer Epic Adventure by Infraction [No Copyright Music] / Lorien

Transcript

Confession And Desire To Change

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Dear Heavenly Father, I know the things you teach us through your word. It's so easy to say that I'll do better versus actually doing that very thing. These childhood wounds can hurt so deeply. I tend to search for excuses or temporary pleasures that only bandage these scars. Yet you make it so comforting because I know I am nothing without you. I'm so sorry for saying the things I would do without any follow-through. Asking for you to just understand me when it is I that needs to understand you. Through my poetry, it allows me to feel you. You never leave me, and you keep giving me the words that will touch other souls you need to experience you. This heart that you gave me, I used to dislike it because it never stops loving even the ones who have hurt me. But then I realized you gave me a heart just like yours. And now I'm learning to navigate this heart through the understanding that you have given me. Your word in Exodus says 20 verse 12, to honor thy mother and father. Although it is easier said than done, all has been forgiven, because he that is in me has held me and healed me. And Lord knows, if you ever needed me, I will still be there. Whether it seems fair or not, no matter the past, no matter where the wounds came from, I pick up my cross and I choose to keep following Jesus because I know that He is the only way. Dear God, I just shout from the rooftops how much I truly love you. All the glory, it goes to you. And I thank you for your goodness, your love, and your mercy and grace. Stay blessed.