Keeping His Blessings Between Me and God: A Journey of Silent Prayer

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Why do some people feel the need to show the world their successes, their possessions, their accomplishments?

Why is it that they seek approval from others, always needing to prove they are living the "good life"?

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.
For me, the true beauty of life is not in what you have or what others think you have,
but in the quiet moments when you connect with God — in secret.



I cried out to Him in silence,
I whispered my ambitions and wishes into His loving ears,
I asked for peace, for guidance, for strength 
all in secret, with no one around to witness but Him.

In a world that loves to shout its victories,
I choose to keep mine between me and God.
I don’t need to show anyone what I have or don’t have,
for the blessings I receive are far more precious when shared only with Him.

When God answers my prayers,
He does so in His perfect timing,
and I would rather rejoice quietly with Him,
than shout my blessings for the world to see.
His presence is all I need. His gifts are personal,
and I don’t need anyone else’s approval to know that His love is enough.

I don’t want to chase fleeting approval,
I just want to walk with Him, silently and faithfully.
Because in the end, the quiet moments with God are the ones that bring lasting peace.

So, I will continue to pray secretly,
keep my wishes between me and God,
and when He fulfills them one by one,
I will celebrate in the silence of my heart,
knowing His presence is more than enough.

🌿 True joy doesn't come from showing the world your blessings,
it comes from knowing God sees you, loves you, and answers your prayers in the quiet moments.


The one who writes in the quiet, marked with the signet of the King.

Let me be the pen. Lord, you be the writer!  

Mercy

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