Showing posts from February, 2018

Prayer for a busy day

Dear Lord, I want to spend time with you today, but I feel so rushed. I have so much to do. I know you understand. No, wait. Help me prioritize. You first. Then what ministry would you have me do? What people can I touch? And help me not to obsess about my to-do list that's sitting there on the table screaming at me. Things are less important than people. My world is less important than your plans for me. This life is less important than the life to follow. I know that. And yet-- it all feels so terribly important. Use me. Change me. Give me your eyes to see the life you want for me and the courage to live it. Amen.

Prayer for the immigrant and refugee

Dear Father of the fatherless, I pray your compassion and mercy over the world's immigrants and refugees . May I always welcome the lost and weary in Jesus' name. Give me courage to defend the fatherless, to assist the widow, to welcome the stranger, to offering healing to the sick, to rescue the oppressed. May we never see nationality, creed, or culture because You don't see them. You see people-- hungry, afraid, terrorized, hurting, displaced, marginalized, misunderstood, resourceless. These are problems created by humans against humans. And these problems interfere with seeing You. Convict me when that's all I see. Use me to show Jesus' love through what I do and what I say. Keep me from political agendas instead of prayerful purpose. If I truly want to be like You, this is how I will behave and what I will believe. "Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the alien or the poor."-- Ezekiel 22:7 "And what does the L

Confession from a control-freak

Lord of Lords, I want you to be present in my life. I even want you to be in control-- so why do I chafe against life's constraints, against unwanted circumstances? Why do I grumble about the time it takes for you to work in my life? Why do I say I want your will, even while I plan and control my own destiny? I worry about what will happen and what hasn't happened. Although  I don't blame you audibly, I find myself annoyed with my life and avoiding my quiet time with you. Because I've distanced myself from you. My life is a testament to how and if and when I let you work. My attitude reveals my heart. I respect the beauty of your power, but not the impact of it. It's like controlling the ocean, the surf, and the shoreline and thinking that would make the ocean better. In essence, that would ruin the majesty of creation. Lord, help me be willing to give you my whole heart. Convict me when I don't. Please forgive me. I want you to have all