Category Archives: Prayer
Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. Eph. 4:32 ESV
Dear heavenly Father, this is another one of those “post-on-the-front-of-the-refrigerator” verses. No matter the circumstances, story, or details, you call us to respond grace-fully in our relationships—when it’s easy and when it’s not. Not as doormats to be walked on, or as those in denial about reality, but as children in whom you delight, and upon whom you have set your unwavering favor and endless affection.
Father, forgive me for the moments—even hours, when my default mode is to repay indifference for indifference, stubbornness for stubbornness, coolness for coolness, wise crack for wise crack, and/or pettiness for pettiness. I want to love as you love me in Jesus, period.
I SO look forward to the Day when I will be made perfect in love (1 John 3:1-1); but until that Day, grant me quicker repentances when I get annoyed and prickly; a softer, kinder heart when I feel prevailed upon or used; gospel responses, instead of defensive reactions, when I experience the outworking of someone else’s difficult and frustrating day.
Father, by the power of the Holy Spirit, keep me SO aware of my union with Christ—and all the riches of grace that come with it, that it will become increasingly difficult for me to love poorly, no matter the provocation, prodding, or personality. So very Amen I pray, in Jesus’ kind and loving name.
”I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” Luke 7:47 NLT
Dear Lord Jesus, it’s as simple and profound, daily and real as this: Because you have forgiven ALL of my sins, I should love you with ever-growing awe, perpetual thanks, and indefatigable delight. And a second response to my forgiveness is just as fitting: I should also become the most humble and gentle, compassionate and loving person in my family, workplace, and neighborhood. Lord may it be; may in increasingly be, as long as you give me breath.
Jesus, by the power of your Spirit, keep me constantly aware of how much you’ve forgiven me. Don’t let me minimize the wonder of my forgiveness by thinking my sins are less numerous or egregious than anybody else’s. Don’t let me ever get used to being forgiven by you.
And convict me very quickly when I indulge an irritable spirit or a judgmental attitude towards others. Help me respond mercifully and grace-fully to a wide range of scenarios and personalities: Unintentional oversights and very intentional slights; harsh words spoken and healing words left unspoken; being ignored by people I love, or being target practice for people I’ll never meet; in the brokenness of the world or by the brokenness in people.
Jesus, in my anger, keep me from sinning; in my pain, keep me from blaming; and in my disappointment, keep me from …
Love is patient 1 Cor. 13:4 (ESV)
Dear heavenly Father, I’m not sure who first warned about asking you for patience, out of fear you will create difficult circumstances that require patience. That’s nonsense; but worse of all, it’s an utter misrepresentation of your Fatherly heart and grace-full ways. I ask for patience because I already have plenty of contexts, situations, and relationships that showcase my patent need of this fruit of your Spirit.
First of all Father, forgive me for my impatience and for loving poorly. Love is patient, and a lack of patience is a lack of love. Secondly, thank you for your consummate patience with me. You’re never hurried, annoyed, or irritated with me. Thank you!
Where is my impatience most likely to rear its ugly head? When people don’t talk fast enough, I walk to help them finish their sentences. When traffic doesn’t move along quick enough, I make my poorest choices as a driver. When my emails, calls, and texts aren’t returned as soon as I’d like, I get annoyed (as though no one has anything else to do in their day but respond to my communications).
I get impatient when worship leaders talk too much between songs, and preachers talk too little from the text of your Word (as though you made me the judge and jury of anybody’s service of worship). I get impatient with indecisiveness that inconveniences me (as though I deserve a hitch-less, delay-less, non-waiting existence). I get impatient when checking out of any store, …
Surely the righteous will never be shaken; they will be remembered forever. They will have no fear of bad news; their hearts are steadfast, trusting in the Lord. Their hearts are secure; they will have no fear. Psalm 112:6-8 (NIV)
Dear heavenly Father, I am SO drawn to the heart reflected in this Scripture—a steadfast heart beating in a circumstance-tested body; a fearless calm when surrounded by difficult people and threatening events; a Good News heart in a bad news world.
By the truth and power of the gospel, make that my heart, Father. Free me to trust more and fret less. You’ve made me righteous in Christ; now make me less shakable when shaky things are going on. I’m not wanting to become more oblivious or impervious; but less knee-jerk reactionary, and more accepting that you’ve “got this one,” and all things, well in hand.
Help me to accept bad news (or shocking or disappointing news, or anger-fueling or joy-depleting news), not with a shrug of my shoulders, but with a bend in my knees—not with passive resignation, but with active surrender to the God who does all things well. So very Amen I pray, in Jesus’ wonderful and merciful name.
He said to me, ”My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Cor. 12:9 (NIV)
And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!‘ Matt. 25:4 (NLT)
Dear heavenly Father, increasingly, I’ve been running into friends early in the journey of learning how to care for a loved one with a memory loss disorder. Having walked that path with my dad, my heart is softened and tuned to pray today for others, someplace in that story.
“Can a woman forget her nursing child?” (Isa. 49:15); maybe not at birth, but later in life, she can, even as my dad forgot my face and name. What can possibly prepare us for the season when our spouses or parents, grandparents or close friends begin to forget little things, then big things, and finally us? Father, only your grace is sufficient for these chapters in our lives, and your grace comes the quickest and easiest to us when we accept our weakness. Your strength is perfected in our weakness, Father, so, first of all, help us to be weak, out of control, and childlike in dependency on you. It’s hard to “go there,” but necessary
Rescue us from our denial about what’s …
I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” Rev. 21:1-3 (ESV)
Dear Lord Jesus, these words of hope bring the power of encouragement into a world of death. We long for the Day when “death shall be no more“—death in all of its expressions, including the death of unborn children.
Because your promises are “trustworthy and true,” we won’t give up or give in. “Legal abortion”—those two words simply don’t belong together. Because you are making “all things new,” we renew our commitment to contend for children still being knit together in their mother’s wombs. Give us mercy and fire, strength and wisdom.
And grant us enormous compassion, Jesus, and perseverance. Show us how to care for women and men whose stories have been marked by abortion—either as victims or agents. May our love be more notorious than our rhetoric, and a non-anxious presence mark our undaunted protest.
Jesus, we don’t just long for the …
Cast but a glance at riches, and they are gone, for they will surely sprout wings and fly off to the sky like an eagle. Prov. 23:5 (NIV)
Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Heb. 13:5 (ESV)
“Yes, a person is a fool to store up earthly wealth but not have a rich relationship with God.” Luke 12:21 (NLT)
Dear heavenly Father, all you have to do is give Wall Street a little “tap” and we’re reminded of how foolish it is to trust in anything or anyone but you. Eagle-like economies become startled starlings, and take flight. Indeed, as you tell us, Father, riches deserve but a glance, but Jesus must have our gaze.
No matter the financial season—a winter of discontent, a spring of lush “green,” a summer of scattered showers, or a fall of falling markets, teach us the way of contentment, Lord. Intensify our love for Jesus so our love for money will shrink to a proper, healthy, gospel-size.
And whether we have a superabundance of wealth, or, quite literally, are praying for daily bread, free us to be generous with what you give us. Every good gift we have comes from above, period. You promise never to leave us or forsake us; and you promise to “enrich us in every way so that we can always …
7 On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, ”Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink.
Dear Lord Jesus, how fitting that you would stand up on the last day of Israel’s harvest celebration, crank up the volume and beckon us, thirsty ones, to come to you for relief and refreshment. For, not just Israel’s feasts, but also the whole of God’s Story and all of God’s promises find their fulfillment in you.
Why are we thirsty? Because we were born that way—longing for the libation of Living Water you alone can give unto salvation. But some of us also carry weariness-generated thirst—tired from the burdens of life and the cost of love.
Some of us carry sin-generated thirst—fortunately, our broken cisterns have failed us, yet again. Some of us are thirsty because our hearts are dry from self-righteousness and smugness—being overly critical of others and woefully out of fellowship with you. Still others of us are thirsty just because you’re turning up the heat in our lives—a hard but loving providence, indeed.
38 Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” 39 By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive. Up to that time the Spirit had not been given, since Jesus had not yet been glorified.
No matter the generation of our thirst, you promise copious amounts of the beverage of the beloved, …