A Reflection from the Heart
There comes a moment in nearly every spiritual life when the prayers we've memorized feel like someone else's clothes. They fit once, perhaps beautifully. They served their purpose during easier seasons. But now, standing in the particular ache or wonder or confusion of this exact moment, those borrowed words hang awkwardly on our shoulders.
You reach for the language you've been given—the polished phrases from childhood, the devotional formulas, the prayers that sound like prayers—and find yourself speaking a truth that isn't quite your own. The verses you once loved feel distant. Even the most beautiful liturgy can sometimes feel like a coat that no longer fits the shape of what you're actually carrying.
What do we do then? Do we stay silent because we don't know how to say it "right"? Do we keep repeating borrowed phrases because they sound acceptable, even when they don't feel true?
Many of us were handed scripts for talking to God, complete with proper structure and acceptable emotions. These frameworks can be life-giving, but they can also quietly teach us that only certain versions of ourselves are allowed to show up before the Divine—the grateful version but not the resentful one, the trusting version but not the doubtful one, the composed version but not the unraveling one.
Over time, what we're actually carrying gets edited down to what feels acceptable to say. We learn to perform reverence rather than practice it, to recite faith rather than live it.
A Prayer Written in My Own Voice exists to interrupt that editing process. It's a guided sacred writing experience designed for the moments when honesty matters more than eloquence, when speaking to God from exactly where you are becomes more urgent than speaking from where you think you should be.
This tool operates on a fundamentally different premise than traditional devotional resources. There are no prewritten prayers to copy and paste into your life, no formulas to complete, no correct emotional outcome you're supposed to arrive at by the end.
Instead, it offers gentle accompaniment through questions—not the kind that demand answers, but the kind that create space for what's actually there. You're not asked to write a prayer immediately. You're simply invited to notice what you're carrying: the gratitude tangled with fear, the guilt sitting beside grace, the longing mixed with uncertainty.
One question at a time, the experience helps gather the raw material of your real spiritual life without rushing toward resolution. This is sacred writing as archaeology, not architecture. You're not constructing something impressive; you're uncovering what's already there, beneath the acceptable surface, waiting to be spoken aloud.

What emerges from this process isn't polished or performative—it's truthful. The goal isn't to produce a piece of writing that would impress anyone, but to restore something much more ancient and fundamental: the practice of direct address.
Think of the biblical tradition we've inherited. The Psalms are not always polite—they're often frantic, angry, confused, and desperate. They're written by people who spoke to God without armor. Job refused to dress his grief in prettier language. Jesus himself, in the garden, sweated blood and asked if there might be another way.
This tool invites you to join that tradition—to stand before the Holy without the need for self-correction or editing, without needing to arrive anywhere by the end. You're allowed to express deep trust in one sentence and profound uncertainty in the next. Faith and doubt are permitted to coexist without explanation.
The prayer or sacred reflection that emerges will sound like you—not the voice you use when you think God is grading your grammar, not the voice that performs reverence, but your actual voice. The one that speaks when you're too tired to pretend, too desperate to perform, too honest to hide.
You might end up with something like:
"God, I don't know how to talk to you right now. I feel both grateful for my life and exhausted by it. I'm afraid of what I'm losing. I'm not sure you're listening—or if I even want you to be. I want to trust you, but I don't. Not fully. I'm here anyway."
Is it polished? No. Is it comfortable? Not really. Is it honest? Yes. And sometimes, honest is more faithful than beautiful.
Perhaps the most radical aspect of writing a prayer in your own voice is the permission it gives for tension to linger. In this space, doubt is not the enemy of faith—it's its neighbor. You don't have to choose between belief and uncertainty in order to speak.
The result is not a finished prayer, but an honest one. Doubt may remain at the edges. Tension might linger in the middle. And that's not failure—that's faithfulness to the complexity of real spiritual life.
If you are in a season where your old language doesn't fit, if you feel like you've forgotten how to pray or never learned in the first place, if you are carrying more questions than answers, A Prayer Written in My Own Voice offers an invitation.
Not to get it right. Not to sound impressive. Not to arrive anywhere by the end. Just to speak—in your own words, from your own life, to a God who is not asking you to be anything other than exactly who you are right now.
Because sometimes the most faithful place to begin isn't with certainty. It's with the courage to tell the truth in God's direction, even when that truth is still forming, still uncertain, still shot through with questions that have no immediate answers.
And sometimes, that's exactly the prayer that needs to be prayed.
Personal Sacred Reflection