I have a friend—maybe you know someone like this too—who longs to be good, longs to be godly. But the path they walk is crooked. Not evil, not malicious. Just... off-center. Bent toward self, away from grace.
They carry anger. Not just at life, but at God. At others who seem to have received more. And in that bitterness, they’ve reached for things that don’t satisfy—lust that numbs, greed that grasps, laziness that avoids the hard work of holiness.
They call it bad luck. They think God doesn’t see them. But it’s not luck. It’s pride. Pride that blinds them to their own need for mercy.
And yet—God does see. God always sees.
Scripture says, “You will again see the distinction between the just and the wicked; between the one who serves God and the one who does not.” (Malachi 3:18)
That’s not a threat. It’s a promise. A promise that God is not indifferent. That our choices matter. That grace is real.
“Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.” (Psalm 40:4)
Not in their own strength. Not in their own cleverness. But in the Lord.
And Jesus says, “Ask, and you will receive; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.” (Luke 11:9–10)
So I pray for my friend. And maybe for myself too. That we would stop calling it luck. That we would lay down our pride. That we would ask, seek, knock—and find the door flung wide open.
Because the crooked path can be made straight. And the heart that turns back to God is never turned away.
Prayer: The Door of Mercy
Lord,
You see the paths we walk—crooked, cracked, and winding.
You see the burdens we carry—anger, pride, hunger for more.
And still, You wait. Still, You shine. Still, You open the door.
Teach us to ask with trust,
to seek with humility,
to knock with hope.
Let Your mercy meet us at the end of every broken road.
And let Your love be the light that draws us home.
Amen.
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