Sunday Prayer: Halfway Through

Father, I'm halfway through November. Fifteen days complete, fifteen remaining. The month hasn't gone as planned. Resolutions have faded. Intentions have weakened. I'm tired, discouraged, tempted to quit. This is the hard middle where nothing dramatic happens and faithfulness costs more than it seems worth.

Jeremiah sat in exile with nothing but you. Everything else was gone—city destroyed, temple ruined, nation scattered. Yet he declared: "The Lord is my portion." With nothing but you, he chose hope. Your compassions are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness.

I want more than just you. I want changed circumstances, visible progress, tangible results. But what I have is you. Your presence. Your faithfulness. Your compassion renewed this morning and every morning. You are my portion. Teach me that's enough. Fifteen more days. I'll take them one morning at a time, trusting your compassions will be new each one.