Lord, if it were the number of our prayers, the sheer volume of our words that would move your heart, if it were the depth of our desperation, the strength of our need, the sharpness of our pain, then surely you would have come to our rescue by now. But it was your own mercy […]
Excerpts from my prayer journal.
Without your intervention, we walk in the futility of our own minds, our understanding darkened. Like blind men we grope. Don’t allow us to be excluded from the life of God because of our stubborn ignorance, because of the hardness of our hearts …
Don’t let us squander this brief life. Don’t let us choose the wide path that leads to a closed door. But help us walk the narrow way leading to the open door, to life everlasting.
Without your Spirit, there is no fear of God before our eyes. We flatter ourselves in our own light, and that light is darkness. Concerning the discovery of our sin and the hatred of it, we lie to you and to ourselves. We see ourselves through rose colored glasses.
Help us to forgive as we have been forgiven. No matter how many times we’ve been disappointed, help us not to poison the air with suspicion and ill will. Help us be vulnerable again.