Prayers
A poetic prayer about counting costs and blessings, angel wings and the hand of grace.
When I'm counting the costs let me never forget to factor the hand of God. When I'm counting the blessings let me always see the practical hand of grace. Let me never take for granted gifts delivered on angel wings. Let my eyes be ever open to divinity within all things. When I'm dreaming upon my pillow may I catch a glimpse of your face And if nightmares reach out to clutch me let me hold your hand of grace.
From the longings of my heart comes this writer’s prayer – my prayer to bless you.
A WRITER'S PRAYER I long to have beautiful words spill from my hands, blessing all who read them. Words that flow like music and colors. Words that shine with loveliness and light. I long for a river of beauty to stream forth from my soul. Can heavenly beauty pour down into the mudholes of earthly life? I believe it can! Maybe all it takes is a willingness to receive. Lord, may I be willing. I want to be willing to carry words and release them to the world, like healing balm. I want to embrace the call to write, and I want to write the call of beauty - the healing power in the beauty of nature. Lord, you make it easy for us to receive your love. May the words I write make it easy for all who receive them, whether it be in nature or in the grittiness of daily life; whether it be in celebration or in suffering. Lord, let beautiful words fall from my lips onto the page, sealed with a kiss of love and adoration for you. Let me live and move and have my being in you, in the secret place, in your presence where no enemy can withstand. Let the words come, Lord - words of peace and promise, words of hope and expectation, words that bring life and words that come true, words that paint the colors of goodness in all its living glory. Amen. May it be so.
For all who love the colors of Fall, sing a song of praise and embrace this glorious season!
Lord, I am singing your praises this morning as I allow you to color my world with the rich hues of autumn glory reflecting your gold singing songs of old with passionate heart I embrace your art there is none other like you who paints the sky who writes across my heart the colors of your art
Lord I bring to you my deep longing for you and I hope with all my heart you will meet me in the longing don't leave me languishing in loneliness meet me with your presence in the fields of my heart let me feel your love like wildflowers springing to life let me hear you say my name I belong I belong
Healing comes gently.
This is for anyone who has ever felt broken-hearted, disappointed, hurt, sad, lost, or grief-stricken.
Healing does come. Maybe not as fast as you’d like, but it will come gently, one moment at a time.
May peace be with you today and every day. You are greatly loved.
He sees these sad feelings He knows what to do because disappointment leaves a mark and sometimes the cut is deep I will let Him clean the wound I will let Him blow fresh air to aid the healing I will let Him apply the balm of Gilead to soothe the spasms of grief the sorrow that drags every loss into its net to weigh down my heart I will let Him cut the net and release despair into the sea I will let anguish follow to be caught in the current washed away forever
A modern psalm of despair
(because life is not all roses)
Lord, don't abandon me! I need you more than ever I can't feel your closeness I can't feel your presence In the darkness, faith is blind my hands are groping feeling for the unfeelable clutching for the untouchable Oh, Lord, make a way for me to reach you I am alone and I don't know what to do My tears fall on desert ground where nothing grows where loneliness pervades barren and empty desolation miserable hopelessness desperately needing a miracle Lord, send forth your spirit and make me come alive again Show me the way to new life where in your presence is fullness of joy and streams of living water Oh, I need you but I can't make you come to me, I can only wait Oh, the utter helplessness, wretched creatures are we Lord, don't abandon us! Have mercy and save us!
My Life Is A Prayer is a beautifully written poetic novel portraying a sensitive young introvert trying to find her place in life. In this coming-of-age narrative, Catherine grapples with her childhood fears, her desire to fit in, and her longing to unravel life’s mysteries. As she moves into young adulthood, Catherine struggles through the challenges of not only “making a living” but also of creating a meaningful life. This is the story of her search for God in the hard questions and in deeply felt fears and anxieties. It is a story of faith, and a life of prayer.
The book is written in verse, which means each chapter is a short poem. It is a quick read. The story is captivating but not complicated, simple yet profound.
My Life Is A Prayer is a very relatable story. You will experience triumph, heartache, joy, and beauty, beginning with Catherine’s earliest days and continuing through her working days, until the breathtaking finale. Allow yourself the pleasure of savoring this wonderfully uplifting lyrical memoir. This is a book that will live in your heart forever.
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This is a reminder that your prayer IS effective.
PRAYER is a powerful weapon, not against flesh and blood, but against spiritual forces of evil.
Prayer is one of the ways we can fight back against the powers of darkness in the world.
If you are feeling powerless in the face of overwhelming evil, remember:
Fight the good fight!
(inspired by Ephesians 6:12 and 1 Timothy 6:12)
Something is broken.
Today is Wednesday, the last week of school for our local children. I can’t stop thinking of the children and families of Uvalde, Texas.
Something is broken and we keep standing in it, cutting our feet, watching it repeat, our own blood staining the very hands that mother our children.
We are all broken.
Lord, hear our prayers.
This is a prayer about seeking God in the dark days. As we enter Holy Week, may we hear His voice and find our way to the light.
Lord, help me! weariness has wrapped around my bones bringing me to my knees, weakness and weeping follow me like dark shadows pressing me down flattening my vivre I listen for your voice, but all I hear is the wind lonely, empty echoes blowing through my soul, devoid of life where is your breath Lord, where are you in these troubled times? if you are in the cracks of this broken world, then there shall I go, seeking your face in the shattered pieces of this fragile life, seeking you among the fallen, the crippled and crushed I will look for your face until I find some kind of sign a glimpse, a touch, a fragrance rising out of the ashes a wisp of hope, a quickening like the flutter of wings a butterfly emerging from darkness into light with the promise of flight let my heart attune to yours, Lord, lift me out of the darkness let me walk in the light
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