A Prayer for Hope in Recovery

Lord, I am far enough into this to be tired and not far enough to feel safe. The early adrenaline is gone, the applause has faded, and now it is just the long, gray middle where nobody is watching and the road seems to go on forever.

I confess my hope is running thin. Some days I wonder if I am really changing or just white knuckling my way through, waiting to fail.

So I bring my flickering hope to You before it goes out, and ask You to guard the flame.

Show me how far I have actually come, the days I almost forgot to count, the cravings I outlasted, the person I am slowly becoming. When the middle feels endless, give me a glimpse of the other side. Remind me that this slow, unglamorous faithfulness is exactly how lives are rebuilt.

You have plans for me, plans for a future and a hope, even in this in between place where I cannot see the end.

I give You my doubt and my weariness and ask You to refill the well. Keep me walking when the path is boring and uphill. The fact that I am still standing is proof You are not done. Amen.