Dear God,
I sometimes wonder if numbers mean anything to You. In many ways, I think they do. When I think about the Bible, every chapter and verse is organized through numbers. Jesus multiplied loaves and fish, and You created the universe with order and precision. Today I noticed the time 2:22 in the afternoon and then again late at night.
When I looked up the meaning of 222, many people say it symbolizes balance, faith, and trusting that things are working out even when we cannot see it yet. They say it is a reminder to stay patient because our efforts are aligning with our purpose. That struck me, because earlier today I saw that Evan Ross has a new television show and a beautiful home with Ashlee. It made me reflect on my own life, and I asked my dad why my life has felt full of hardships at times.
Working three and sometimes four jobs was very challenging, but it taught me a lot about myself. I realize now that when I fall, I sometimes stay down longer than I should. Yet aviation school reminded me that I can be stronger than I think and that sometimes I have to rely on my own determination to get through difficult seasons.
Seeing Evan Ross again in the media reminded me of when we knew each other as teenagers and young adults. We were part of the same circle of eclectic, artistic friends. I used to go to auditions with Shervy driving me, while he would arrive in a limo. When he later learned about some of the choices I made, he asked me what happened, and we never really spoke again. Still, one thing has never changed—my passion for acting.
Lately I have been wondering if I should stop chasing certain dreams and focus on developing skills that make me stronger and more valuable. For example, I am thinking about taking martial arts classes and eventually working toward a black belt again. It may be expensive, but I believe discipline and hard work will pay off. Part of me still dreams of becoming a character like Tomb Raider—someone strong, adventurous, and capable—perhaps even telling a deeper story about how she became that person.
I am also thinking about becoming a pilot one day. I know it would require hard work and long nights of study, but the idea of carrying many souls safely to their destination is something I would take great pride in.
It is almost 3 a.m., and I should go to sleep. Tomorrow morning I will sing in church. Please help me sing well and touch the hearts of those who listen. Let the message of the songs resonate with them.
I also pray for my parents. Please help them get along peacefully on the way to church. Let my dad grow in romance and tenderness, and help my mom feel loved and secure so she doesn’t feel like leaving. I may not know everything about their struggles, but I truly want them to be happy together.
Thank You for keeping me safe tonight. I also thank You that I haven’t seen or heard any mice, even though I suspect there may be one somewhere behind the wall. I pray that either my neighbor can help me move things tomorrow or that my dad can help when he has a chance to. Give me courage not to be afraid.
Now I pray for peaceful, sweet sleep. Please let me wake up refreshed so I can sing beautifully for You and for everyone tomorrow.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
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