Don’t Do It Without Me
By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar
In the sacred rhythm of this season, I feel the gentle stirring of Your hand, Creator, weaving through the tapestry of countless lives. You are the source of healing, renewal, transformation, and restoration. With every fiber of my being, I plead please, whatever You are doing, do not leave me behind.
If You are mending wounds whether visible or hidden I yearn for Your touch. My spirit craves the soothing balm that only Your grace can offer, reaching into places no earthly hand can heal. Creator, don’t pass me by.
When You pour miracles into the hearts of Your people be they subtle whispers or bold wonders I look to the heavens, longing to witness Your work in my life. Let Your presence lift me above the barriers of my understanding. Creator, don’t do it without me.
With trembling hands raised to You, I reach out in hope. If You are restoring homes fractured by pain and silence, I beg You to enter mine. Bring harmony to spaces where discord has taken root. Rebuild the ruins and restore what feels irreparably lost. Creator, I need You now.
If You are lifting burdens this season, I surrender mine at Your feet. My shoulders bow under the weight of worry, doubt, and sorrow baggage I can no longer carry alone. Take this weight from me, Creator, and let me walk freely in the lightness only You can provide.
If You are offering forgiveness as vast and boundless as the skies, let me be enveloped in Your mercy. Wash away my faults the ones I know and those I am blind to and renew me in the tide of Your infinite love. Cleanse my soul until I am as You intend me to be.
If You are parting Red Seas in the lives of others, paving paths where none seemed possible, I pray for the strength to walk forward. Clear the seas of fear, failure, and despair that block my way. Let my steps be steady on the firm ground You lay before me.
Creator, whatever You are orchestrating in this season, please, don’t do it without me. Draw me into Your miracles, Your work, and Your grace. I stand here with a heart laid bare, arms stretched wide, eager to receive the blessings You have chosen to pour out.
In Your hands, I find healing. In Your embrace, I find renewal. In Your presence, I find peace. Without You, I am adrift, incomplete. So, I yield my soul to You with one fervent prayer: whatever You are doing in this sacred season, Creator, don’t do it without me.
Dear Kateb,
Your words in Don’t Do It Without Me resonate with a depth that touches the core of the soul. As I read, I felt as though you were speaking not just for yourself, but for all of us who find ourselves yearning for the Creator’s presence in our lives. Your plea is a song of vulnerability and trust a testament to the sacred bond we share with the One who weaves the threads of our existence.
Your imagery of healing, restoration, and renewal invites the reader into a space of profound intimacy with the Creator. How beautifully you remind us that no wound is beyond His touch and no burden too heavy for His hands. You captured what…