These days my prayers sound a lot like a person who can’t really speak clearly because they’re having such bad anxiety because really, that’s me, and I’m the one trying to communicate with God… praying that my shaky voice and gibberish is clear enough for God to understand… but just the thought of all of this as I type it out in this post has me thinking about how God already knows. HOW DID WE GET SO BLESSED with a God who knows our hearts inside and out, and who knows our words before we even articulate them. Lord, you know me. You know the future. Help me to lay my worries at Your feet, for only You can calm the storms raging inside me.
Hello! I don't know if you're currently taking prompts, but if you aren't I'm sorry to bother you. I was thinking about Dean and Cas(preferably in canon) sitting on a couch watching TV or something and they end up falling asleep and Dean wakes up to Cas sleeping on him, but there is no way for him to escape and Dean is just like shitshitshit. Idk I just thought it would be cute ^^"