Category Archives: Prayer
Long ago, at many times and in many ways, God spoke to our fathers by the prophets,
Dear heavenly Father, thank you for being a God who speaks—a Father who is delights to reveal yourself to his children and make your ways known to us. The Bible is such a gift to us—a trustworthy unfolding record of everything you intend us to know about knowing, loving, and serving you in your world and story.
2 but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed the heir of all things, through whom also he created the world.
In particular, we bless you for how the Scriptures will always lead us to Jesus—the main point and true hero in your entire Word. For every promise you have made finds it’s Yes in Jesus (2 Cor. 1:20). By Jesus, you created the world; and for Jesus, all things have been designated as his inheritance. And through the gospel—wonder of wonders, you have hidden our lives in Christ (Col. 3:1-4), making us co-heirs with Jesus of all things (Rom. 8:17). What a merciful, grace-full, generous God you are! We believe, help our unbelief.
3 He (Jesus) is the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of his nature, and he upholds the universe by the word of his power.
To see Jesus is to see everything we need to understand and grasp about you—for through eternity Jesus is one with you in nature and love, passion and delight. And to …
For I have derived much joy and comfort from your love, my brother, because the hearts of the saints have been refreshed through you. Philem. 1:7
Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken. Eccles. 4:9-12
Heavenly Father, I cannot imagine how storms can be navigated, burdens borne, and hardships handled without the company of a few good friends. I praise you today for the gift of friendship—for the joy, encouragement, and refreshment you give me through my friends.
When we walk through difficult seasons we’re sometimes inclined to think, “No one can possibly understand what I’m going through; no one can begin to relate to my feelings and confusion; no one’s a mess like me.” Those are the times when it’s easy to withdraw into isolation, fall into the pit of condemnation, and reach for some ill-chosen medication. That’s when the gift of non-posing, always-real, burden-bearing friends becomes especially precious.
Father, I praise you for the gift of hearing my friends say these two words: “Me too.” I praise you for brothers …
1 Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. 2 Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits—
Dear heavenly Father, King David captures the desire of my heart—which is to love, praise, and bless you, with everything I have and am. If you never gave me anything, you would still be worthy of my whole-soul worship. But in fact, you have been outrageously generous. Here are a few of your grace-gifts I remember today.
3 who forgives all your sins
Hallelujah! Through the finished work of Jesus, you have forgiven all of my sins, and will never hold me guilty for them again. Not just the 4% of my sins I’m aware of, but you have forgiven the other 96% as well—all the ways I fail to love you as you deserve, with my thoughts, words, and choices.
and heals all your diseases,
Father, though you don’t always heal on our timetable, nonetheless, Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection have guaranteed us perfect health forever. One Day, every expression of our brokenness will give way to the fullness of Jesus’ beauty. All the ways sin and death have impacted our bodies, emotions, and thinking—it’s all going to be healed and made new. Hallelujah!
4 who redeems your life from the pit
You are a great and gracious Redeemer, Father. Not only have you redeemed us from the ultimate pit of death and judgment; you also rescue us out of other kinds of pits—pits we naively fall into, pits we …
7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
Dear Lord Jesus, to have you plus nothing, makes me as rich as anybody in the history of the universe. To have you plus everything wouldn’t make me any richer than he who has you alone. You are the treasure all other currencies mimic and counterfeit. Nothing compares to the excellency of being loved by you and knowing you.
You inhabit my weakness like an original Rembrandt painting in a picture frame of straw; or like the Hope Diamond mounted in a necklace of tin foil and Scotch Tape. You get all the attention and honor, and I get the supreme privilege of simply being used of you. Just as it should be, and just as I want it to be.
8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
Unlike Paul, I haven’t been in a season of persecution, but I totally relate to his images of being hard pressed and perplexed, and I’ll throw in frazzled, head-spinning busy, and primed for Sabbath rest, renewal, and refreshment. The stories, demands, and emotional expenditure of these past six weeks have taxed my limits and driven me to you—which is a good thing. In all of it, I’ve been keenly aware of your presence, shocked at the strength you’ve given me, and thankful for what …
I will greatly rejoice in the Lord; my soul shall exult in my God, for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation; he has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decks himself like a priest with a beautiful headdress, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. For as the earth brings forth its sprouts, and as a garden causes what is sown in it to sprout up, so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to sprout up before all the nations. Isaiah 61:10-11(ESV)
Dear heavenly Father, as my day begins, Isaiah’s words compel me to rejoice in two glorious expressions of your righteousness. I praise, bless, and adore you for clothing me in the righteousness of Christ. My hope is built on nothing less, more, or other than Jesus’ shed blood and perfect righteousness. Apart from Jesus, my works are as filthy rags, in terms of earning of gaining and maintaining a relationship with you. But trusting in Jesus’ work, my filthy rags have been exchanged for a grace-tailored wedding garment. Hallelujah, many times over!
And Father, I’m also exceedingly thankful today for the righteousness that will be manifest on earth, when you send Jesus back. As surely as Jesus’ kingdom has already come, it is coming in fullness. O how I long for the Day when the entire earth will be as a giant garden of grace—filled with the knowledge of your glory and the beauty of your heart.
4 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!
Dear Lord Jesus, I have more than ample reasons to rejoice in you as this day begins (and continues). My life in hidden in yours, and your life in me is my hope of glory. You are my perfect righteousness and my constant Advocate, my sovereign Lord and loving Spouse.
5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.
Because of your relationship with me and who I am in you, I can risk being gentle in relationships in which I might otherwise feel the instinct to be rigid or the need to be in control. I’m not alone to fin for myself. You are so near—both in terms of proximity and your return. And by the way, I’ve never longed more for your return!
6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
“Do not be anxious about anything“… Jesus, I’m so glad that everything you command you resource with sufficient grace, so I cast my cares on you and bring these anxieties to your throne of grace. With palms up, I give you the people I’d love to fix; the storylines I’d love to finish; the culture wars I’d love to win; the heartaches I’d love to heal; and the circumstances I’d love to alter.
7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds …
And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. “He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making all things new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” Rev. 21:3-5 (NIV)
Dear Lord Jesus, today is a day of redemptive déjà vu. Though it took me nearly forty years to make it back to my mom’s grave after her death, that visit proved to be the portal of major heart surgery and liberation for me. A backlog of tears broke like a dam; my relational style of self-protection began to crumble, and your grace commenced dismantling the idols of my heart. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jesus.
Ten years later, we laid dad’s body to rest next to mom’s; but during that decade dad and I were able finally able to grieve our shared loss and connect with our hearts. He was 81 and I was 50. Though Alzheimer’s finally robbed dad’s memory of my face and name, it couldn’t steal the gift you gave us. Again, I bless you Jesus, for the power of the gospel to do way beyond all we can ask …
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Rom. 15:13 (NIV)
Dear heavenly Father, meditating on this verse today is like standing under a gentle, steady shower of grace, after near drought-like conditions; or like waking up on a cool, crisp, morning in the mountains of Colorado after a month of high-humidity breath-sucking heat; or like a panoramic train ride through Switzerland, in which every scene seems to top the last. Such is the wonder of your Word, the sweetness of the gospel, and the power of hope.
Nothing or no one really has to change for your Spirit to bring us hope in the depths of our hearts, the messiness of our stories, and angst of our circumstances. Whether it’s a Supreme Court ruling or the poor choices of good friends, the cancelling of a flight or the loss of a favorite thing, the vacation that didn’t happen or the replacement of the air conditioner that had to happen, the cancer that came back or the prodigal that hasn’t yet… you are still God, still in control, and we have more than sufficient reasons to have hope—even overflow with hope.
You gave Jesus to us and for us. Everything that needed to be finished, when he was in this world, has been; and everything he’s yet to complete will be …
And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness. For example, we don’t know what God wants us to pray for. But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words. And the Father who knows all hearts knows what the Spirit is saying, for the Spirit pleads for us believers in harmony with God’s own will. And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. Rom. 8:26-28 (NLT)
Dear heavenly Father, I’m so grateful for this passage, and all the encouragement, freedom, and hope it offers. I have zero difficulty acknowledging my weakness this morning. For the past month, I feel like I’ve been swimming in a turbulent ocean of hungry sea creatures. Shoulder surgery and physical therapy, friends in crisis and churches in distress, family illnesses and yesterday my stepmom graduated into your presence. I’m worn out, Father, loved, but nearly running on empty.
It’s heartening (and life-giving) to know your Spirit doesn’t abandon us when we’re weak, but he helps us in our weakness—faithfully praying inside of us with “wordless groans.” Though I don’t understand everything that means, I love the fact, Father, that you search our hearts and you know the mind of the Spirit.
No one knows our hearts better than you, Father—the good and bad, broken and beautiful. You search our hearts to save us, not to …