Written by andrea hunter and katie ritsema-roelofs

Abba,
I’ve heard it said, Your children don’t beg for bread (Ps 37:25), but my hand is outstretched and
nearly empty. I can hardly provide for my family. I struggle to make ends meet. We live
paycheck to paycheck. I work with no satisfaction and little reward, with the growing anxiety of
needing to provide. You hold it all, Jesus. Yes, even this. You hold it all.

Abba,
As I apply for job after job, hoping for an interview or a phone call, I bring to you my despair. I
bring to you my own feelings of worthlessness and inadequacy. I bring to you the fear and the
worry that consume my thoughts by day and make my soul restless at night. You hold it all,
Jesus. Yes, even this. You hold it all.

Abba,
I grow bitter at the ease and comfort others around me experience. Do they not recognize the
blessing of their own security? Do they not understand the gift of having enough? Why do
some have plenty while others go without? Certainly, you are a God of abundance so help me
believe what I cannot see. Help me embrace the substance of hope. You hold it all, Jesus. Yes,
even this. You hold it all.

Abba,
Help me find the place – the space between the paradox of your provision and my need for
work. Circumstance and the enemy’s lies won’t bury my resolve. At the end of the day, may I
proclaim: “May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for
us— yes, establish the work of our hands “(Ps 90:17). You hold it all, Jesus. Yes, even this.
You hold it all.

In Jesus’ Name, AMEN