A Prayer for a Struggling Faith

Father, my faith is struggling, and I am too honest to pretend otherwise. It feels worn down to almost nothing, a fire reduced to a few stubborn embers I keep cupping my hands around.

I confess I have wondered lately if I am doing this right, if my belief still counts when it limps like this, when some days I am only going through the motions.

But I am still here, and that has to mean something. The embers have not gone out. I bring what little I have left to You, because You are gentle with the weak.

Do not let this small flame die. Breathe on it. Tend it the way You promised, drawing near to the fragile instead of crushing them.

You said You would not break a bruised reed or snuff out a smoldering wick, and my faith is exactly that smoldering wick tonight.

So I trust You with these embers, Lord. Guard them while I am too tired to. Fan them back to flame in Your time, and let me find my faith standing again when I least expect it. Amen.