This prayer came to me in a quiet moment, a moment not just of writing, but of receiving.

I've come to believe that I’m not an author in the usual sense. I’m a listener. And what I hear in stillness, I write. This prayer wasn’t planned. It was given.

It’s for anyone who has ever wanted to write something true… or feel something holy. For anyone seeking purpose, peace, or presence. It’s for the broken, the brave, and the becoming.

And it’s for you.

Lord, let every word I write carry the weight of Your glory.
Let my silence echo with Your peace.
Let my witness awaken the sleeping soul.
And if I ever forget who I am, rMark Edward Chardemind me,
I am Yours.

—Mark Edward Chard
With love, with light, with listening.