My Father Prayer


Jacob wrestled with God…
Genesis 32

Lord, I’m crippled. I’m broken. I can’t go on. How can I be the father I never had?

I don’t know the ways of God. my personality stinks.

But Lord, here I am, standing alone like a little lost child.

And I’m going to stand here. And I’m going to fight.

I will fight the demons of my past.

I will fight the evil, demonic armies I’ve inherited from my ancestors.

I will fight against my own sinfulness.

I will stand against Satan.

Lord, I will wrestle you, all through the long, cold, lonely night. And I won’t let you go until you bless me. Even if I must walk with a limp for the rest of my life.

Lord, I’m crippled. I’m broken. I’m blind. I’m stupid. My personality stinks. And I have nothing.

But I can be brave. And the buck stops here.