Chris' prayer: Kutless' "Down"

I've listened to this song over and over, trying to find some meaning in it for my life. Various thoughts have floated into my head, but one has stuck with me: we do not know what happens to the girl. We hear all about her sadness, her pain, her depression, her frustration...but we are offered only a glimmer of hope of what *could* happen. Not what does happen–at least not in any real, quantifiable way– but what could happen.

The song ends like this:

She wants to fly away from this.
Only God knows how to fly away from this.
He will show her how to fly away from this.

We never hear that she did fly away. We never hear that her emptiness was filled, that her pain has subsided, that her problems are fixed. Despite God knowing how to take away all her pain, and despite Him showing her how to give it all to Him, we never hear if she did or not.

I know that I hold onto my struggles all the time. Despite hearing, and even believing, that it would be much easier and healthier for me to let God handle them, here I sit, still holding on tightly. I know that, no matter what I am struggling with, He is big enough to conquer it, that His love covers all things. I hope that one day, the song of my life will not be "unfinished," as I feel this one is. I pray that my song will show the result of handing over to God all that He can handle.


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Megan's prayer: Kutless' "Down"

Our world is full of beautiful people. Whether short or tall, skinny or fat, male or female, I think every person is beautiful. They were made in God’s image… how could they not be beautiful? And yet, sometimes, I look in the mirror and have a hard time seeing that in myself.

Tonight I found out I’m not the only one who feels this way. I was talking with a friend who was also having a hard time seeing, and believing, that she was beautiful, and this shocked me. I have always thought she was gorgeous, stunning, truly beautiful. To hear her talk without any confidence made me so sad.

When I had the chance to sit down tonight and listen to Kutless’ “Down,” I was shocked to see that the song fit so perfectly into my night.

A young girl walks into her room and doesn’t like what she sees
In her reflection there, she’s not what she wants to be

I want to be like the movie stars and models on the screen

It’s so sad to see that society dictates to us what is beautiful. Isn’t it God who created us, who made us in his image, who made us beautiful?

My wish, my hope, my prayer, is that everyone (including me) is able to see, and believe in, their own beauty.

Erinnicole's Prayer: Kutless' "Down"

In her reflection there,she's not what she wants to be

this song so perfectly captures exactly how i feel about myself right now in life. the only part that doesn't match up is the part about matching models and movie stars. i don't want to be them...but i don't want to be the person i am right now either. the struggle between being the person i know i should be and the person i am has been my most dominant struggle for a while now. it has been there for a while, but it surfaced at fall retreat during a small group question. i don't know who God wants me to be yet, but i am so sure that it is different than who i am. i know that only God can give me the ability and strength to be someone new, and i think this new year is the perfect time to do this, especially with a fresh start in college. its not that i do terrible things, but i am doing things i am ashamed to see myself doing like a lot of negative humor toward a lot of people, sarcasm is the most fluent language of the people i hang out with and i feel like it is affecting my relationship with God because it is affecting my relationships with people He has given me. i feel like i have fallen so far from what my faith once was and now i am scratching the surface of faith again; just doing the motions of what i want my faith to be again. but i feel like things like working on my stillness and a fresh start and listening to God speak through these songs is really helping me.