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🌿 Existing, But Not Living: A Prayer for the Numb 🌿
We live in a world where survival is often mistaken for living.
We smile for pictures. We show up for work. We post on social media like saying: “I’m fine”…
But inside? We're broken!
Not joy. Not connection. Not even hope sometimes. How hard can be that!
Some of us are carrying wounds so old, they’ve become part of our identity, or at least that's what we think.
Others are still bleeding from yesterday’s battle.
And then there are those who don’t remember what it feels like to feel at all.
In a chat with my dear friend today—a beautiful soul who has spent years picking up the broken pieces of her heart. After years of bad experiences, she’s finally talking to people who love God. But instead of rushing into conections with them, she told me something I’ll never forget:
“God is showing me my scars. I want to love. I want to be loved. But I think I need to heal first.”
That truth… it broke me.
How many of us are walking around with unresolved pain, missed opportunities for love, friendship or spiritual disconnection because our hearts are still trapped in old battles?
How many times have we hurt others—unknowingly or not—because we were still bleeding?
How often have we hidden behind strength, silence, or success…
Because deep down, we were afraid to surrender and be seen?
We weren’t made to live like this.
We weren’t made to just exist.
We were made to live—with peace, with purpose, and with His presence.
✨ For the One Who Feels Numb: A Prayer
Abba Father,
Today, I lift up Your children who are merely existing.
The ones who smile, but feel empty.
The ones who serve, but secretly suffer.
The ones who love others so deeply, but don’t know how to receive it for themselves.
I pray for those numbed by trauma…
Paralyzed by heartbreak…
Burdened by shame…
And afraid of healing—because healing means facing the pain.
Wrap them in Your comfort, Lord.
Show them that scars don’t disqualify them.
That pain doesn’t make them unworthy.
That numbness isn’t the end of the story—it’s just the beginning of a deeper call to surrender.
Bring them into holy healing.
The kind that doesn’t just restore—but redeems.
The kind that leaves them with peace they can’t explain and joy they thought they lost forever.
Breathe life back into the ones who’ve forgotten how to breathe.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
🕊️ You are not too broken.
You are not too numb.
And you are not alone.
God is still writing your story—and healing is still possible.
Comments
Here s a heartfelt and thoughtful reply you could post: --- Thank you for sharing this it speaks so deeply to the quiet struggles so many of us carry in silence. It s true, survival can so easily become a mask we wear, confusing motion with meaning, and noise with connection. To anyone feeling broken, numb, or just tired: you re not alone. Your story matters, your wounds matter, and your healing even if it s slow is sacred. Keep going. There is still joy to be found, even in the ruins.
Beautiful