Lord Jesus, Somehow, help me to live a life worthy of you, to please you in every way. Produce fruit from my life through good works. Give me wisdom and insight to grow in the knowledge of God. Strengthen me with power according to your glorious might. Help me endure and be patient, give joyfully. Thank you, Father, for qualifying me to share in your inheritance of the saints in your kingdom. You have rescued me from the dominion of darkness and brought me into the kingdom of the Son you love. Thank you for redeeming and forgiving my sins. Transform me. Make me wise enough to be satisfied with you. That's when the fruit will ripen. Amen. Col.1:9-14 image by Petr Kratochvil
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I'm in the middle of a pretty huge decision, regarding someone else's care. I've lost a good bit of sleep over it and spent a lot of time in research and analysis. I've been praying, too, for wisdom and direction. (Lightning bolts would be helpful.) Then Monday afternoon, I made a decision, which I obsessed over Monday night when I should have been sleeping. Tuesday morning I prayed again--this time, for peace, for an answer, and for my own faith to grow. I opened to John 14 because I know that's where Jesus talks to His disciples about peace. They're in the garden, and He knows that Judas Iscariot is showing up any minute to betray Him. He knows that torture, humiliation, and grief will follow. He knows His Father will reject Him, and His mother will weep before Him. Yet He says, "I am leaving you a gift--peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don't be troubled or afraid." (John 14:27) The worl
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Dear Lord, You own all my money, but you know how sometimes I get attached to it. I have plans for it, and there never seems to be enough of it. But, oh, how amazing it is to watch you multiply it when I let go. I don't have any excess, so how much do you want? All of it? How is that possible? You're showing me already where it belongs. You've written someone on my heart. You've sketched a place in my mind's eye that needs your touch. Wow. Giving hurts. I feel nervous to let it go. I feel afraid to participate. What if I've misheard you? Really, Lord? All of it? Let me work , you say. Okay, I will. I love you. I trust you. Everything is yours, anyway. Thank you for using me. Thank you for growing me. Amen.