After The Ask

For years I've been praying into an area of brokenness that I didn't believe could change. Something I saw in the world that I didn't have any hope for this side of eternity. 

But about a year and a half ago, something changed. I decided to pray that it would. Not only to bear the burden of the brokenness but to ask for transformation in its midst.

I adopted a radical prayer. An audacious ask. I started believing God for the impossible.

And you know what I've noticed? I'm able to step into this brokenness in a way I couldn't before. I'm able to see beyond it and keep hope through it. Because before I was hoping to endure the brokenness around me, but now I'm working for something. I'm praying for changes and transformation that will affect generations, and in doing so my heart is tuned to those I'm praying for. My eyes are looking for openings for their hearts. My heart is aware.

I've started seeing beauty where I only saw brokenness.

I've started identifying with those for whom I'm praying. 

I've wanted to press in, to root out, where I used to want to hide.

I've entered into the story. I've taken on the brokenness as a part of my story. And in doing so I am given the hard privilege of participating in redemption. 

I asked for the impossible, believing God could move in the hearts of others and never anticipating how He would move in mine after the ask.