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Lord, I’m sitting here feeling like a ghost in a crowded room, asking, “What did I do to deserve this?” It’s like I'm serving a life sentence for a crime I didn't commit, no judge, no jury, just me against the world. The weight of it all? Heavy, Lord. You say in Acts 20:35, “It is more blessed to give than to receive,” but right now, it feels like I’m giving everything and getting nothing in return. I need to feel Your presence, Lord, because sometimes I’m just a lost soul, feeling like a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit anywhere.

I’m trapped in this wheel of despair, wanting to run away like a scared little girl. I stand before this grand jury of life, tears streaming down my face, shouting my questions into the void—why, why, why? But it’s like my voice falls on deaf ears, as if the world has hit mute on my existence. I’m stuck in this pit of self-pity, and the pain? Oh, it’s unbearable, like a match set to my heart, burning with a purpose I can barely see.

Yet, Lord, I remember Your promise in 1 Corinthians 10:13—you won’t give me more than I can bear. I roll around this wheelchair, but I refuse to let it define me. Set my path straight, Lord! I’m tired of living in fear of the unknown and trying to fit into boxes that don’t hold my spirit. Your words echo in my heart, reminding me that not everyone will walk my journey with me. I am set apart, and that’s not a curse—it’s a blessing waiting to bloom.

They don’t see the tears I’ve shed, the seeds I’ve planted year after year. The termites of doubt may gnaw at my harvest, but I keep planting, knowing that Galatians 6:9 tells me I will reap if I don’t lose heart. I hold onto Your promises, Lord, because You can’t lie. Just because I roll doesn’t diminish my crown; You’ve handpicked me for a task that only I can fulfill.

I yield to Your will, understanding that I’m not here to hide behind a mask. I’m called for something great, and being an outcast? It’s just a stepping stone to my destiny. Let the pruning begin; I’m ready for the labor that births something the world has never seen! Like in childbirth, not everyone gets a front-row seat to this miracle. Sometimes, the pain comes because You’re preparing me for what’s next.

The water breaks, and oh, how the pain flows! But it’s that very flow that leads me to an extraordinary destination. I adjust my crown, Lord; I’m a queen in this journey. Fear no longer has a place here, for I declare it gone! You give me peace that surpasses understanding, a joy that is unspeakable. I’ll shine so bright that people will see me glowing, illuminating the night with a light that comes from You.

You promise never to leave me or forsake me. Your love wraps around me like a warm embrace, filling me with joy so incredible that I can’t help but laugh. I’ll carry this mantle high; it’s not just a burden but a blessing to fulfill what You’ve called me to do. I’m not just a replacement; I’m an extraordinary investment, a unique creation made to shine.

So, I’ll let my