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Anonymous 3d ago Still praying
Anger at someone who hurt my child

Pray for me to hold the boundary without it eating me. Pray for my child too — that they don't carry shame that doesn't belong to them. And pray for the person who hurt them — not because they deserve it, but because if I don't pray for the…

Seo-yeon Kim 21 Apr 2026 Still praying
Six months on from losing my best friend

It still doesn't feel real most mornings. I open my phone to text her about something silly maybe twice a week. Then I remember. Some days I am okay. I work, I cook, I laugh at a thing on the radio. Other days I am ambushed by a song or a …

Mei Ling Tan 15 Apr 2026 Still praying
Six months on from losing my best friend

It still doesn't feel real most mornings. I open my phone to text her about something silly maybe twice a week. Then I remember. Some days I am okay. I work, I cook, I laugh at a thing on the radio. Other days I am ambushed by a song or a …

Emma Thompson 15 Apr 2026 Still praying
Anger at someone who hurt my child

Pray for me to hold the boundary without it eating me. Pray for my child too — that they don't carry shame that doesn't belong to them. And pray for the person who hurt them — not because they deserve it, but because if I don't pray for the…

James OConnor 11 Apr 2026 Still praying
Six months on from losing my best friend

It still doesn't feel real most mornings. I open my phone to text her about something silly maybe twice a week. Then I remember. Some days I am okay. I work, I cook, I laugh at a thing on the radio. Other days I am ambushed by a song or a …

Min-jun Park 8 Apr 2026 Still praying
Six months on from losing my best friend

It still doesn't feel real most mornings. I open my phone to text her about something silly maybe twice a week. Then I remember. Some days I am okay. I work, I cook, I laugh at a thing on the radio. Other days I am ambushed by a song or a …

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Anonymous 8 Apr 2026 Still praying
Six months on from losing my best friend

It still doesn't feel real most mornings. I open my phone to text her about something silly maybe twice a week. Then I remember. Some days I am okay. I work, I cook, I laugh at a thing on the radio. Other days I am ambushed by a song or a …