Category Archives: Prayer

One nation…under God <3

Russ had to fly out of Bloomington Regional airport yesterday.

As he waited for the incoming plane to empty for boarding, he said about fifteen army rangers came off to attend the funeral of the young man who was killed in Afghanistan.

He said all the waiting passengers stood and clapped in respect and appreciation.

I may have cried.

Then and now.

Prayers for those who carry on here even as they grieve the loss of friends and family who gave their lives in service to this country.

Prayers for those who served and survived and yet bear the scars of war on their bodies and their hearts, their minds and their spirits.

Prayers for our leaders and those who have been placed in positions where difficult decisions must be made that ensure the greater good for all.

Prayers that our nation and its leaders would seek the face of God – His wisdom, His guidance, His direction , His heart.

Prayers for mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, wives and husbands, children and grandchildren…aunts, uncles, friends…all who daily watch the chaos that is global knowing their loved ones are on the front lines.

I am not wise nor do I profess to know much and understand the politics and logistics and nature of kingdoms and democracies and such.

But I know what it is to love people deeply and to be helpless beyond prayer for their safety and well-being.

I am sure you do as well.

So today…

we pray

<3

 

That we would not look away but, instead, pray <3

This will be short.

I know because I truly have few words.

As I fixed my coffee this morning, the news was reporting on the devastation in Syria.

I watched as workers sprayed water from hoses over the legs and bodies of chubby infants and toddlers on a wooden table while others stripped chemical laden clothing off of them.

My mind thought of our own little Joely Bear most likely getting a diaper change 45 minutes away and I wept for these children.

For all the children.

The born and the unborn.

Because our love can grow cold in these last days.

And we can begin to shut down when it becomes more than our hearts can bear.

So this morning a prayer for God’s mercy on us all.

A prayer for the comfort of those who have lost loved ones, young and old.

A prayer for those who are working to save lives and bring healing.

A prayer for leaders around the world to have wisdom and courage to do what is right.

Like the widow with only two small coins to offer, my prayers seem so small in light of the great need of God’s Hand to move mightily.

But what I have I offer up in faith, believing in the promise that it is not the power of our words but the Power of our God that works effectively in places of devastation, pain and death.

 

 

 

Because I can’t stop thinking about this

I get a copy of the Voice of the Martyrs magazine every so often.

This past month had an article about a young woman who needed a fast escape from a situation and her mom arranged a ride for her with some people she knew.

Only it didn’t turn out like the mom would have hoped or the daughter expected.

Long story short, she ended up as a purchased wife out in the depths of some rural and obscure place with little to no hope of escape. Ever.

And while it would be wonderful to say that prayers were answered and she got away and was able to return home…that is not how God worked in this story.

But He worked.

Oh yes.

He worked.

Because some missionaries had gotten some Bibles to some people off in that remote place.

And some residents became Christians.

And some of them shared the gospel with this victim of the worst kind of deceit.

As she studied God’s Word her heart softened towards her husband.

He noticed a change in her and as he pursued finding out what was different, he too received Christ.

I am so thankful for the work of many to advocate for women such as this one.

But I stand in awe of an awesome God who takes what men meant for evil and uses it for life-changing good.

This couple and their fellow believers live in a country that persecutes Christians.

So we pray for them and for those with whom they now share the Gospel of the GOOD NEWS of Jesus Christ.

Because this life will end…no matter how good it has been to us…no matter how evil.

But we who follow Christ know, this place where we dwell and the streets we walk and the people we interact with are not our home.

Prayers today for those who are called to go…for those who are called to fund…for those who are calling out for help…let us not grow weary in fighting the good fight…not just for the lives of others but for their eternal life <3

 

A few things to end the week

So this morning I am finding myself singing the old John Denver song….Hey it’s Good to be Back Home Again..sometimes this old house feels like a long lost friend, so hey it’s good…to be back home again.

And you can thank me later if those lines rattle around in your head.  All. Day.

I spent time with the band of brothers yesterday.

After dinner,  I helped Rachel with their baths.

Graham unloaded his day for her in snippets of information that I had already heard.

I watched and listened as she processed the good, the bad and the ugly.

As I bathed Emmett, she was drying Graham off when he shared some choice words from one of his classmates that climaxed with some sort of reference to Graham having mosquitos in his underpants.

While we can chuckle at such in light of all the garbage he is still spared from being exposed to, you can imagine his tired mommy trying to use this for a teachable moment.

Rachel commented that this fellow wasn’t using nice words and seemed to be making poor choices.

When Graham wanted to know what action to take should this happen tomorrow, she did the hard thing.

The right thing.

She reminded him what Jesus said about loving our enemies and praying for those who are mean to us, and how He forgave those who nailed Him to the cross.

I may have bowed my head and thanked God for the blessing of overhearing this whole conversation.

I may have thanked Him to be reminded in a tender way that where evil abounds….grace abounds more.

And more.

And even more <3

May the Lord bless you today with no one making any kind of derogatory comment about your underpants …. but if they do… remember….

Jesus, the One you and I follow….

said….

You’re familiar with the old written law, ‘Love your friend,’

and its unwritten companion, ‘Hate your enemy.’

I’m challenging that.

I’m telling you to love your enemies.

Let them bring out the best in you, not the worst.

When someone gives you a hard time, respond with the energies of prayer,

for then you are working out of your true selves, your God-created selves.

Matthew 5:44-46 The MSG

Hey you <3

There’s a world of hurt out there today, in case you hadn’t noticed.

Between lunch time and bed time yesterday, I received at least a half dozen prayer requests for hurting hearts.

Death…

Change…

Illness…

And for each need, I want desperately to offer words of hope and encouragement.

I want to pray effective prayers — prayers that have an EFFECT on the situation I am praying for.

I want to refresh the weary and mend the broken and yet I, myself, am broken.

So I pray…

Come, Holy Spirit, and fill in the gaps in my own heart…

Come and pour the oil of Joy over the places in me that are mourning this morning…

Come with power and take over me so that all they see is … You

May the Lord heal and anoint each of us to be His Hands and Feet so that we can abundantly minister to the lives we touch in His Name <3