A day has been set aside for the nation to pray.
Oh, if every prayer being said this day would be said in faith, and not in the form of a cleverly crafted speech, or flowery poem.
There are so many needs. God has already told us to ask. He has promised his presence. He is faithful. His promises never fall short.
Perhaps, like the apostles we find ourselves asking the Lord why it is that we aren't successful in performing the greater works he said we could do. Why is it that we aren't so accustomed to seeing miracles that they are almost passe?
I prayed for myself today. I prayed for the lady who was doing 40 in the left lane of the SE Freeway. I prayed for the family of the DC police officer who has apparently decided for himself that he no longer wished to live. I prayed for the family of the young people in our city who seem to be so enamored with violence, that they would shoot one of their peers on a bus in broad daylight.
I always pray for my daughter as she makes her way in this world with confidence, clarity and a fortified trust in God.
I prayed that people would have patience. As I left Reston, decided to take the beltway, and hooped off on the BW Parkway, I noticed there's construction everywhere.
I prayed for the people in Nashville, and since I follow @newearthquake on twitter, there's more shaking going on all over the world that we don't always hear about.
There's so much hatred, so much strife, trouble and grief everywhere, yet with faith in Jesus Christ there is a hope and a peace that I simply can't explain.
Talking to God is so reassuring. He is a good friend. He consistently blesses our land, and it just stands to reason that we would want to please him. A national day of prayer is lovely, but the conversation doesn't have to end when the sun goes down.
"...Now, my God, may your eyes be open and your ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place." 2 Chronicles 6:40
Oh, if every prayer being said this day would be said in faith, and not in the form of a cleverly crafted speech, or flowery poem.
There are so many needs. God has already told us to ask. He has promised his presence. He is faithful. His promises never fall short.
Perhaps, like the apostles we find ourselves asking the Lord why it is that we aren't successful in performing the greater works he said we could do. Why is it that we aren't so accustomed to seeing miracles that they are almost passe?
I prayed for myself today. I prayed for the lady who was doing 40 in the left lane of the SE Freeway. I prayed for the family of the DC police officer who has apparently decided for himself that he no longer wished to live. I prayed for the family of the young people in our city who seem to be so enamored with violence, that they would shoot one of their peers on a bus in broad daylight.
I always pray for my daughter as she makes her way in this world with confidence, clarity and a fortified trust in God.
I prayed that people would have patience. As I left Reston, decided to take the beltway, and hooped off on the BW Parkway, I noticed there's construction everywhere.
I prayed for the people in Nashville, and since I follow @newearthquake on twitter, there's more shaking going on all over the world that we don't always hear about.
There's so much hatred, so much strife, trouble and grief everywhere, yet with faith in Jesus Christ there is a hope and a peace that I simply can't explain.
Talking to God is so reassuring. He is a good friend. He consistently blesses our land, and it just stands to reason that we would want to please him. A national day of prayer is lovely, but the conversation doesn't have to end when the sun goes down.
"...Now, my God, may your eyes be open and your ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place." 2 Chronicles 6:40
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