For the days when you can’t see how this gets better. Pray it slowly, and let God hold the part you can’t.
God, I’m running low on hope, and I’m tired of pretending I’m not. I’ve looked at this from every side, and I can’t see how it gets better. But You see what I can’t. You were working before I knew there was a problem, and You haven’t stopped. So I’m bringing You what’s left of my hope, small as it is. Hold it for me when I can’t. Let me believe that this is not where the story ends. Give me enough light for the next step, and the faith to take it. You are the God of hope. Fill me again. In Jesus’ name, amen.