One of my favorite college memories (one that I’m sure will stick with me when I’ve been out of college longer than five months) is of the one week of evening prayer services that were held once a year. Every night at 9:20, I would bundle up and trudge over to the Chapel, and find myself among 7 other people who had braved the cold. The reason I kept coming was because it was unlike any prayer service I had ever been to before. The short service would include a few songs, scripture readings, and a lot of the praying would be of prayers that were already written. Every night, for five straight nights, I prayed a prayer that has yet to leave my mind. I write it here today for the same reason I cherished the opportunity to pray it 3 years ago.
It’s full of truth. And sometimes, it’s just good to hear truth.