Winter Porch Prayer: When Hope Feels Frozen

Written By Sherian McCoy

A prayer for grief, silence, or shock


Father, my heart is heavy, and I don’t know what to do with it all. The grief sits like frozen weight on my chest—cold, unmoving. I miss who they were. I miss who I was. And beneath the sadness, there’s something hotter—anger. I’m angry that it’s come to this. Angry at what was said, what wasn’t. Maybe even angry at You, Lord… because I didn’t think it was going to be like this.

I hoped for more by now. I prayed differently. I pictured something warmer, something closer to home. But here I am—still on the porch. Still waiting. Still watching. And still hurting.

But I bring it all to You. The ache. The silence. The questions. The shame. The parts of me I don’t want to admit. I ask You to sit with me here, in the middle of this frozen moment. Melt the parts of me that have hardened. Hold my tears and tame my tongue. You are still good, even in the cold. You are still working, even when nothing looks alive.

Help me breathe again. One prayer at a time. One tear at a time. One sunrise closer to spring.
Amen.

Sherian McCoy

Hi, I’m Sherian Kaneaster-McCoy—storyteller, porch-sitter, ministry founder, wife, mother, grandmother, and follower of Jesus.

I’ve spent the last two decades walking with women through the hard things—grief, chronic illness, prodigal children, burnout, and healing. I serve as a practitioner in Dr. Tracey Stroup’s Eat, Pray, Faith telehealth practice, where I support clients needing help physically as well as emotionally and spiritually. I’m also honored to serve as Dean of Education at the Academy of Abiding Wellness, equipping others to walk in biblical wisdom and holistic health.

Alongside this work, The Father’s Porch has become a sacred space where I pour out the stories God has written on my heart.

This ministry was born from my own journey as a parent of a prodigal and a lifelong porch-praying woman. It’s a space for the weary—a resting place for those still waiting, still hoping, still praying. Through devotional writing, prayer, and gentle truth, I help others find God in the middle of the story, not just at the end.

Whether I’m telling stories from Scripture or sharing pieces of my own life, I believe in the power of honest words and porchlight hope. The porch is open. The light is on. There’s always a seat for you.

https://www.selahnaturalhealth.com
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