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31 Days of Prayer – Week 5
It is good to remember. Remember where you come from. Remember what you’ve been through. Remember the moments of life that impacted you the most. When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. Psalm 63:6-7 Take a look back on your life. Maybe your life is filled with hurt and pain. Just the thought of looking back makes you shudder. You want to press forward and run far away forgetting what has happened. If you could leave
I Believe
If we could sit down and share some of the most meaningful moments of our lives, I would be excited to hear what has impacted your life the most. The moments in life that changed you, or began a transformation in your journey. When it is my turn to share I would take you back to a church in Denton, Texas where my dad was the pastor. I had heard Bible stories and church songs from the day I was born. By five years old I could quote several verses from the Bible and make up my own rendition of
31 Days of Prayer – Week 4
Prayer is so simple, yet we complicate it. We bow in corporate worship. We bow at breakfast, lunch and dinner. We bow to say a bedtime prayer. Do we bow when we are alone? Do we pray when no one sees? Do we recognize God’s voice when He speaks into the awkward silence? Sometimes I hold back the parts of life that seem too difficult to talk about. It’s too messy. It’s too emotionally exhausting. The silence is uncomfortable. If I bring everything to God and lay it down, it’s terrifying. And in that moment, it’s so complicated that I
31 Days of Prayer – Week 3
God is into details. I’ll never forget the moment in college when I knew God heard my prayer and answered me. It felt amazing! The God of the universe reached down into my tiny world and answered my prayer. I knew God answered prayer. I heard all my life about God doing amazing things and even saw it in my own family. But when I experienced it for myself, on my own, away from my family and the comforts of home, I knew in that moment, God truly cared about me. It was not a big prayer, but the answer
Mercy, More Than a Game
I was a child when I first cried out for mercy. I turned face to face with my brother. We intertwined our fingers, grasped tightly with both hands and in unison chanted, “On your mark. Get set. Go!” The war began. We both had one goal in mind to squeeze, twist and turn the others hands and wrist hard enough for the other to holler out in pain the word, “Mercy!” As soon as the word was spoken, the game was over. The one who spoke the word lost. We played repeatedly. The game would start out fun with much
31 Days of Prayer – Week 2
I want to know that my prayers are going farther than my voice can reach. I want to know that even my faintest thoughts of hope and desires for peace are heard and cared for. I want to know that the prayers I think and utter are rising much farther than my living room ceiling. We all have moments, days, even weeks that our hearts are burdened with things that we cannot control. It’s in these moments that we are often reminded to pray and to lift our burdens up to God. We desire relief. We want an answer or
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