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Mosaic Prayer

 Lord,

I feel as if something is happening. Whether it’s good or bad, I don’t know. But I can feel a change coming, God. I know Mosaic is yours, but are we fighting a losing battle here? We keep pushing and pushing, but we’re all sinking. There are only 5 of us left. Well, there are more, but as far as the faithful, only 5. We are all discouraged, weary, angry, sad, and stagnant. We need your help!

Does the church need to close down? I’m having a hard time trusting you, to be honest. I know I should and I have absolutely no reason to doubt you. So I ask your forgiveness as I fall short in trusting you completely. In my own heart, I sense the church should close down and we should all go our separate ways. However, I’ve been wrong before and I’ll be wrong a million times before you’re ever wrong. Yet, in my faulty human flesh, I wish desperately to control everything! We all know that’s a bad thing. I ask that you forgive my shortcomings and give me the clarity and strength to trust you when I’d rather trust myself.

God, more and more, it seems you’re pulling us away from Brooklyn. I don’t want to presume to know your will. I only know what I wish and hope for; you know the reality. You seem to be opening a door in Sunnyside, but I know many things have to work out before that can. I pray that you guide Tze and me in the way we should go. Do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Help us to thirst for you as if we were in a dry and weary land without water. Lead us into your perfect will and ease our anxiety and stress as we are quick to doubt you. Only you can truly provide and truly give peace. Remind me of the peace that is only found in you. As we pray about Mosaic potentially closing and us leaving, give us wisdom and grace to be able to lean on you all the more.

We love you.

Amen.

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