You. Forgive me of my sins. Thank You for Your grace.
World. A broken pot is best mended by its maker. The same for broken hearts and the broken world. Lord, you hold all our tears in a bottle. No turmoil has not been sifted from Your hand accidentally. Come quickly. But also, save quickly, grow us deeply. God, my God. Your creation proclaims and glorifies Your greatness. Yet, it mourns because it is broken. You are restorer and healer.
Her. Give her peace from anxiety and fears. Help her to rely and lean and seek You always and first and forever. In her motherhood give her wisdom and patience. Thank You for her friendship and her love for You. Lord, grow both greatly, if it be your will. She knows You, help her know You more. Guard her heart and her life.
Me. Control my appetites. Be my contentment and joy, Lord. Be my peace. Be telos of my being I know You are. Let my studies, my mind, my will, my body be used for your namesake, little that I might give. Help me to glorify and love you better, O savior of my soul.
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God is sovereign. The Ghost is holy. Christ is immanent.
Showing posts with label Prayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prayer. Show all posts
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Monday, January 13, 2014
A prayer for the lost
Heavenly Father,
All truth belongs to you. All goodness is couched within your being. All things work together for your Glory. Though we do not always see the right path, and though sometimes we struggle and trudge along, help us to remember that you are ever-present and filled with love towards us; whether we know (or remember) it or not.
For those that do not know you, I pray that you draw them ever closer, and that they seek you with an earnestness that can have no other cause but the Spirit. I pray that the reliance on earthly things begins to fade, and I pray that the assurance found in flesh is broken and made bare before a regenerated will and intellect.
Give those of us that do know you a heart towards those that do not. Help us to feel an inkling of the weight of eternity in this present, in order that we may be hurried toward the proclamation of the sacrifice of your Son and in our own walk. Help us to pray more fervently for those lost. Help us to pray more fervently for those not lost who do not shine as brightly as they could, or are afraid to shine lest the darkness seem more dark.
I pray for all those that seem to flounder about. I pray for those that grope and beg for direction and seemingly do not find it. Help us all to find our direction and fullness within you. I pray that our choices be made sound and founded on holiness. I pray that our wills are pliant, and your hand be felt. I pray that we seek you, even as we may be confused about our own direction. I pray that we have the wisdom to tell the difference between temporary setbacks and a signal for a change of course.
Thank you for all that you do, and the patience you shower us with. Thank you for the work you have done, are doing, and will do within us. You are great, and you are good, and you are holy. Help us all to proclaim and shout your praise with every fiber of our being. May our temporal directionless never alter our course towards deep and fuller community with you.
In Christ, and through Christ, amen.
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And though the walls and brambles close our ways
Your love remains, within us it forever stays
All truth belongs to you. All goodness is couched within your being. All things work together for your Glory. Though we do not always see the right path, and though sometimes we struggle and trudge along, help us to remember that you are ever-present and filled with love towards us; whether we know (or remember) it or not.
For those that do not know you, I pray that you draw them ever closer, and that they seek you with an earnestness that can have no other cause but the Spirit. I pray that the reliance on earthly things begins to fade, and I pray that the assurance found in flesh is broken and made bare before a regenerated will and intellect.
Give those of us that do know you a heart towards those that do not. Help us to feel an inkling of the weight of eternity in this present, in order that we may be hurried toward the proclamation of the sacrifice of your Son and in our own walk. Help us to pray more fervently for those lost. Help us to pray more fervently for those not lost who do not shine as brightly as they could, or are afraid to shine lest the darkness seem more dark.
I pray for all those that seem to flounder about. I pray for those that grope and beg for direction and seemingly do not find it. Help us all to find our direction and fullness within you. I pray that our choices be made sound and founded on holiness. I pray that our wills are pliant, and your hand be felt. I pray that we seek you, even as we may be confused about our own direction. I pray that we have the wisdom to tell the difference between temporary setbacks and a signal for a change of course.
Thank you for all that you do, and the patience you shower us with. Thank you for the work you have done, are doing, and will do within us. You are great, and you are good, and you are holy. Help us all to proclaim and shout your praise with every fiber of our being. May our temporal directionless never alter our course towards deep and fuller community with you.
In Christ, and through Christ, amen.
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And though the walls and brambles close our ways
Your love remains, within us it forever stays
Friday, November 29, 2013
A prayer for the frustrated
A prayer for the frustrated;
My God and my King, help me to remember you as such. I seek you far too much as a genie, and though in every step I need you, too often, I only go to you when it is convenient, or when there is no other alternate. There are times when I am uncomfortable to go, because I know you bring conviction, and because there is discomfort in that foreknowledge of coming rebuke. Help me to remember that the end-goal is not in those intermediate feelings, but in the finality of Christ-likeness and seeing you face to face, and even that momentary discomfort brings forth a fuller and deeper relationship as well as a deeper and fuller realization of the grace, mercy, and forgiveness that you are so quick to lavish on one such as myself. That you, Creator, are so good to me! Why! How? All I can do is thank you for that, and press on, such as I am. I am sorry for only seeing you through the rearview, though admittedly, hindsight is the only time I can sometimes; and yet help me to seek and see even during the during and the now.
I am weak and easily frustrated and quick to turn away. I am bettered by lusts, by insecurity, by pride, by vain endeavors, by worries, by meekness when courage is called for and by brashness when gentleness is needed. And yet, and yet. Yet when I seek you and when I run to you, are you not always there? Sometimes the barest of whispers and sometimes the most thundering of storms. Sufficient is who you are. Loving is your embrace. Steadfast are your mercies. No! Fast and powerful and accurate and unyielding are your mercies. That you are so good to one such as me. Thank you.
Help me to seek you in all that I do. Help me to glorify you in all that I think. As I go, and as I stop. As I stumble, and also as I run. May all things be done with assurance in my heart that you do not abandon and that you do not leave alone. I praise you Father, Son, and Ghost. Though I'm a dim flash in a sea of fire, a raindrop in a hurricane, you heed my prayers and you hear (and delight, that you so delight) my praise. How chances it that the Creator and King and Sovereign and Sustainer and Messiah and Comforter and Teacher and Master and Ruler and all that you are would shower me with grace and love? No chance, of course. You, who know my depths, of sin and of my reliance on you; you are good. And you are kind. And all that I have ever said and all that I ever will say will be but a small iota of encompassing praise.
This prayer is for those trapped in vicious cycles. For those that know you. For those that do not yet wish to know you. For those that will come to know you. For those that you will place within my sphere of influence. For those I will never meet. My prayer is for those frustrated by life, by frailties, by inner turmoil, by external forces beyond their control. May their peace be found in you alone. May their hope rest on your unchanging and fierce and limitless love for us. Thank you for all that you do and for all that you are. Jesus, I love you. Help me to love you more. In your matchless name I pray, Amen.
My God and my King, help me to remember you as such. I seek you far too much as a genie, and though in every step I need you, too often, I only go to you when it is convenient, or when there is no other alternate. There are times when I am uncomfortable to go, because I know you bring conviction, and because there is discomfort in that foreknowledge of coming rebuke. Help me to remember that the end-goal is not in those intermediate feelings, but in the finality of Christ-likeness and seeing you face to face, and even that momentary discomfort brings forth a fuller and deeper relationship as well as a deeper and fuller realization of the grace, mercy, and forgiveness that you are so quick to lavish on one such as myself. That you, Creator, are so good to me! Why! How? All I can do is thank you for that, and press on, such as I am. I am sorry for only seeing you through the rearview, though admittedly, hindsight is the only time I can sometimes; and yet help me to seek and see even during the during and the now.
I am weak and easily frustrated and quick to turn away. I am bettered by lusts, by insecurity, by pride, by vain endeavors, by worries, by meekness when courage is called for and by brashness when gentleness is needed. And yet, and yet. Yet when I seek you and when I run to you, are you not always there? Sometimes the barest of whispers and sometimes the most thundering of storms. Sufficient is who you are. Loving is your embrace. Steadfast are your mercies. No! Fast and powerful and accurate and unyielding are your mercies. That you are so good to one such as me. Thank you.
Help me to seek you in all that I do. Help me to glorify you in all that I think. As I go, and as I stop. As I stumble, and also as I run. May all things be done with assurance in my heart that you do not abandon and that you do not leave alone. I praise you Father, Son, and Ghost. Though I'm a dim flash in a sea of fire, a raindrop in a hurricane, you heed my prayers and you hear (and delight, that you so delight) my praise. How chances it that the Creator and King and Sovereign and Sustainer and Messiah and Comforter and Teacher and Master and Ruler and all that you are would shower me with grace and love? No chance, of course. You, who know my depths, of sin and of my reliance on you; you are good. And you are kind. And all that I have ever said and all that I ever will say will be but a small iota of encompassing praise.
This prayer is for those trapped in vicious cycles. For those that know you. For those that do not yet wish to know you. For those that will come to know you. For those that you will place within my sphere of influence. For those I will never meet. My prayer is for those frustrated by life, by frailties, by inner turmoil, by external forces beyond their control. May their peace be found in you alone. May their hope rest on your unchanging and fierce and limitless love for us. Thank you for all that you do and for all that you are. Jesus, I love you. Help me to love you more. In your matchless name I pray, Amen.
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