A Prayer for Hope When Life Feels Unfair

God, it is not fair, and we both know it. I watch others get what I have prayed years for, and I have done the work, kept the faith, stayed honest, and still I am standing here empty-handed. There is a bitter taste in my mouth I am ashamed of.

I confess the envy and the resentment. I confess the quiet accusation underneath it, that You have been generous to everyone but me. I am tired of pretending I am fine.

But I bring even this ugliness to You, because You can handle my honesty better than my performance. You see the whole field I only see one corner of.

You said You make all things work together for good for those who love You, even the parts that make no sense from here. I do not understand it, but I am asking to trust it anyway.

I lay down the scorekeeping. I stop measuring my life against everyone else's. Free me from the comparison that is eating me alive.

You are just, even when life is not, and one day every crooked thing will be set right. Hold me until then, and keep my heart from turning hard. Amen.