I hope this becomes a Saturday fixture — Prayer-Care-Share.
It’s been a slow transition, but the intent of this category is first and foremost to bring your words of praise and joy and prayer requests and concerns to the foot of the cross. After the public prayer that follows, I invite you to include them in yours as well as you lay down petitions on the Sunday altar.
Dear Lord, we come to You because You are the source for all that happens in our lives. We thank you for the many blessings we have received this week — some we unfortunately didn’t notice. Nonetheless, those blessings are ever-present in our lives. We thank You for healing. We thank You for slowing us down. We thank You for providing us our daily needs — no more and no less. We thank You for being with us, listening to us, walking with us on this journey. We thank You for the support of our family and friends … for seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary — sunrises, sunsets, flowers, kids laughing, adventures. We also know we can come to You with our concerns and they will be heard. We lift up those family members and friends who are battling various physical, emotional, financial, career or spiritual issues and ask not for Your healing (although that would be welcomed) and guidance but to keep reminding us we are not alone in our battles. In Jesus’ name, we pray for obedience to Your Will so Your Light shines through us. Amen.
I also would like to share a nugget to remember as we come into the Lord’s presence. It’s from Scottish-born contemporary Christian vocalist, songwriter, evangelist, author, inspirational speaker, and talk-show host Sheila Walsh. Enjoy. http://www.sheilawalsh.com/my-21-year-old-self/
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, but the realization of how much you already have.
I love this idea. Thanks for reminding me what’s important.
Your welcome. Have a great, blessed weekend.
Out of the soul’s dark bloody night
where death-wind blows from ultima thule
I ask only strength of a righteous fight
that will carry my soul past the pool
of black despair, and swimming, part
Bunyan’s Slough of Despond; t’isn’t the muscle
of my limbs, nor the iron in my heart
nor manic energy focused in tussle
can drive me through the dark places
that try to crack my brittle soul
with their moans and demon-faces;
there’s only One who keeps me whole.
When I put on Christ, it’s His strength I borrow
that bids me rise, and meet tomorrow.
Amen. In our thoughts and prayers