Dear Lord,
Today, I thank You for what didn’t stick, for what chose over me, and for every space I wasn’t picked to fill. If it skipped me, it wasn’t mine. If they passed, You were protecting what they couldn’t carry. You covered my gift, locked up my oil, and kept me from trading value for access. Keep me focused on what’s next—because what You’ve lined up don’t need votes, filters, or validation. It’ll be a real God move. In Jesus’ name. Amen🙏🏾