Category: Monday’s Prayer

Monday’s Prayer

My Prayer for this Christmas Season

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Father God,

You showed Your love for me by sending Your one and only Son, Jesus Christ. You fulfilled prophecies, and You kept Your promise. You always keep Your promises. How could I ever doubt that?

I got distracted and drifted off course during this season. Forgive me!

I don’t ever want to forget the sacrifice You paid for saving me. Oh how I thank You!

Looking toward this Christmas I have mixed feelings. I don’t want to mess up. I’m praying for patience, for much love and understanding towards every person that crosses my path whether it’s at my job, while shopping, and especially while driving…

I pray for harmony when family gathers. I pray to speak only words that build up, and not words that tear down.

And this Christmas season I pray for a grateful heart.

Eucharisteo!

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May I always remember the good things You have done in my life, and specifically this past year. You have showered me with blessings beyond anything I could have thought or imagined!

I do give thanks! Eucharisteo!

Thank You for being there when it got difficult and hard. Thank You for supplying strength and providing peace! In particular I thank You, Father God, for HOPE!

Christmas: Jesus Christ – the source of all hope!

I do give thanks! Eucharisteo!

In Jesus’ redeeming name I pray,

Amen and Amen

 

 

Monday’s Prayer

A Prayer for Healing

 

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Father God,

You are good! You love me, and that is such a comfort to me!

You look out for me and You provide for me. Thank You!

But God, I’ve got to be honest with You about my health struggles.

Today I ask You to heal me. Heal my body, please!

It’s hard to understand what’s happening in my body, why and how one disease connects with another. Conflicting diagnosis and treatments mess with my body and my head. Who do I listen to? Where do I get help?

Where does my help come from? “My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth!” (Psalm 121:2)

And so I come to You, the all-knowing God. You created me. You created my body, every organ, limb, bone, nerve and muscle, all of it is known to You. You know how my body is supposed to function, and you know why it’s not. So, please, would heal it?

I know the story about Adam and Eve. They disobeyed You, and sin entered the world. “Nature fell out of whack, and the human body fell out of balance… Sin opened the door, and sickness walked in. ‘Sin came into the world because of what one man did, and with sin came death. This is why everyone must die – because everyone sinned (Romans 5:12)'”*

But You did have a solution. You sent Your Son, Jesus Christ, to die for our sins and for our sicknesses. Now both, sin and sickness, are “cured by the same Redeemer.”*

Father God, You bought my body with a high price (1 Corinthians 6:20). I confess to You, God, that I have not always honored You with my body. I have not always fed my body healthy and nourishing food, I have not always kept my body in shape. Forgive me, please!

I know You have not “ignored or belittled the suffering of the needy. You have not turned Your back on them, but have listened to their cries for help.” Psalm 22:24

I know You hear my cries, too. I just don’t understand why You choose not to answer them. “My God, my God, why have You abandoned me? Why are you so far away when I groan for help? Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer. Every night you hear my voice, but I find no relief.” Psalm 22:1-2

I don’t understand You, but I choose to trust You. I choose to believe You. I don’t ever want to forget the good things You’ve done for me. I want to remember how You answered my prayers in the past. I hold on to Your promises.

I acknowledge to You, my God, that You are sovereign in all Your decisions. And so I trust You.

I pray for the strength and courage to battle doubts and fear. I pray for Your peace to invade my whole body, mind and soul.

Father God, You are good! You love me!

I pray all these things in the name of Jesus, the only Redeemer and Savior and the true Healer! Amen

 

 

*Max Lucado in “Before Amen” (chapter 5 – Heal Me)

Monday’s Prayer

Another Christmas day comes to an end.Creative Commons License Jamie In Bytown via Compfight

If I’m honest, I do love Mondays. Like a new morning, Monday signals a new beginning for me. A new chance. New possibilities.

Today also starts the countdown to Christmas! It makes this Monday doubly special.

So what do I pray for today?

Father God,

You are good! You are loving and faithful! I praise You and bless Your name!

“I will proclaim the name of the LORD; how glorious is our God!

He is the Rock; his deeds are perfect.

Everything he does is just and fair.

He is a faithful God who does no wrong; how just and upright he is!”*

God, I look to You on this Monday morning.

I look to You for help every step of the way.

I look to You for Your grace & mercy when I mess up.

I look to You for strength to get up and keep on going.

I look to You for protection for my family during this busy season of the year.

God, You are my Rock, my refuge where I can hide in times of storm.

Thank you for being present, thank you for always being near!

In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen

 

*Deuteronomy 32:3-4

 

 

A Prayer for Healing

It’s been over nine years since I was diagnosed with my first serious illness that required surgery and took me out of commission for five weeks. My body has never been the same after that.

Over the years one diagnosis chased the other. When filling out an intake form at a doctor’s office, there’s not enough space for my list of diseases.

Prescribed medicine and recommended natural supplements forced me to get a “pill case”, you know the ones with Monday, Tuesday, Morning, noon, etc., so I don’t miss a dose. Often I joke that I ‘m chained to a pharmacy.

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Monday’s Prayer

Some days I’m amazed at how God works. How He shows His love and faithfulness to us in the midst of a mess.

Yesterday was such a day.

We are in the middle of kitchen renovations. It’s been three weeks without a kitchen. We were able to use the fridge and stove, as well as some small electrical appliances. But this past week the mess in our house just got to all of us.

One after another started experiencing cold systems. We were supposed to paint the kitchen before Friday. On Friday the new flooring would come in. But because all of us were feeling sick it just didn’t happen.

On Friday night my daughter helped me paint two walls before the kitchen cabinets would come in on Saturday morning. It was so humid the paint didn’t dry properly. And so this paint job turned out horribly wrong.

It was kind of the culmination of many frustrations that came to a peek on Saturday. Late that night we realized we didn’t have a slice of bread in the house, the stove was unavailable to cook breakfast, there was no room to connect the coffeemaker anywhere and on and on it went.

I went to bed frustrated and discouraged. But Sunday morning came, and with it came a ray of hope.

We decided to go out for breakfast. After some back and forth discussions on where to go we decided on Stella’s on Sherbrook. On our way we passed the Westminster church. Jokingly I said to the girls, “I wonder what time their service is? Why don’t we visit this church after breakfast?”

In the end we did. And that is where Jesus showed up for me. Take a look at the Scripture that was read:

Matt 11-28-30

This Scripture encouraged me and helped me see my circumstances in a different light. Jesus saw everything last week. He knew about the frustrations, the sickness, the fatigue… He wanted to show me His love. That’s what yesterday’s Sunday morning was to me. An embrace and encouragement.

And so I am going into this week with Jesus’ words resonating in my head and in my thoughts. Here is today’s prayer:

Lord Jesus,

thank you for the invitation to come as I am, weary and carrying heavy burdens. Thank you for your promise to give me rest.

You are offering to teach me because You are humble and gentle at heart. I trust You, and I love you, Jesus.

Thank you for the rest you provide for my soul.

Thank you that I’m not alone in my circumstances.

Thank you for Your offer to team up in this yoke. And because I’m teamed up with You, Jesus, Your yoke is easy to bear and the burden I receive from You is light.

Thank you for showing me Your love. Thank you for Your encouragement.

In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen

 

 

Monday’s Prayer

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Father God,

thank you for the weekend.

Thank you for strength and health to look after my grandson.

Thank you for the gift of a grandson.

 

Father God,

I thank you for this new day and a new week.

I confess that I’m overwhelmed when I look at my to-do list.

There are tasks on it I’m not very good at.

Some of them I will have to do for the first time.

It makes me nervous just thinking about it.

I’m afraid to start.

God, I need You help, Your guidance.

I pray that fear will not keep me from doing what needs to be done.

I pray that whenever fear wants to stop me I still press on and finish the tasks.

Your Word reminds me not to fear, You are with me. Thank you!

 

Father God,

You know the outcome of this week.

You see the end from the beginning.

I pray that I would follow your leading.

Thank you, God, for knowing You are with me.

Thank you for the promises You’ve given me.

And thank you for past experiences of Your faithfulness that give me courage to step out and tackle whatever comes my way this week.

 

“Let all that I am praise the LORD;

With my whole heart, I will praise His holy name.

Let all that I am praise the LORD;

May I never forget the good things He does for me.

He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases.

He redeems me from death and

crowns me with love and tender mercies.

He fills my life with good things.

My youth is renewed like the eagle’s!”

See Psalm 103:1-5

 

 

 

Monday’s Prayer

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Psalm 42

 

As the deer longs for streams of water,
so I long for you, O God.
I thirst for God, the living God.
When can I go and stand before him?

I want to drink God, deep draughts of God.

I’m thirsty for God-alive.

I wonder, “Will I ever make it—
arrive and drink in God’s presence?”
I am on a diet of tears—
tears for breakfast, tears for supper.
All day long people knock at my door,
Pestering, “Where is this God of yours?”

 My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be.

These are the things I go over and over,
emptying out the pockets of my life.
I walked among the crowds of worshipers,
leading a great procession to the house of God,
singing for joy and giving thanks
amid the sound of a great celebration!

 Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?

Why are you crying the blues?

Fix my eyes on God—soon I will be praising again.

I will put my hope in God!
He puts a smile on my face.
He is my Savior and my God.

Now I am deeply discouraged,

My soul is in the dumps.
But I will remember you—

I rehearse everything I know of you,
From Jordan depths to Hermon heights,
including Mount Mizar.
Chaos calls to chaos,
to the tune of whitewater rapids.
Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers
crash and crush me.

Then God promises to love me all day,
sing songs all through the night!
My life is God’s prayer.


But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me,
and through each night I sing his songs,
praying to God who gives me life.

 “O God my rock,” I cry, “Why have you forgotten me?

Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?”

Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God,
“Why did you let me down?
Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?”
They’re out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities,
Taunting day after day, “Where is this God of yours?”

Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
Why are you crying the blues?

Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?

Fix my eyes on God—
soon I’ll be praising again.

I will put my hope in God!
He puts a smile on my face.
He is my Savior and my God.

 

 

Psalm 42 (New Living Translation)

Psalm 42 (The Message)

 

 

What Happens When “the Hurt and the Healer” Collide?

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The news of the sudden death of one of our church members dominated the discussions yesterday. It overshadowed the worship service and the congregational meeting that followed.

Social media has been a great venue, especially for friends, to exchange memories and pay tribute to this 38 year old young man. The sadness is overwhelming. And I am only someone looking in from the outside…

In the midst of life we are forced to pause and think about death, about the end of our own lives.

King David paused and faced these questions as well.

He prayed in Psalm 39:

“LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered – how fleeting my life is.

You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.

We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.

And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you

Hear my prayer, O LORD! Listen to my cries for help! Don’t ignore my tears. For I am your guest – a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me.”

Psalm 39:4-7, 12

 

King David is putting things in perspective. He is making it clear where his priorities lie. We, too, have to come to the point where we acknowledge:

“My only hope is in you.”

Whatever I’m facing here, it’s temporary. I am God’s “guest -a traveler passing through.” Though the pain might be overwhelming, and questions are right there, front and center, we can know, we will see this young man again. His testimony of faith is expressed in many comments.

As I was reading a tribute a friend had written, I came across this song by Mercy Me. I think it is a beautiful picture of what happens when “The Hurt and the Healer” collide. Please click on the link and listen to the song.

The Hurt and the Healer

This is my Monday’s Prayer today for all who are grieving the loss of this special young man:

“Jesus, come and break our fears,

wake our hearts and take our tears,

find Your glory even here when the hurt and the Healer collide.”*

Father God, may your presence,

your love and your peace comfort all who mourn.

Give us all hope, a hope that overpowers the pain.

“I pray that God, the source of hope,

will fill you completely with joy and peace, because you trust in Him.”**

I pray for this confident hope to flow from those who believe in You, God.

In Jesus name I pray, Amen

 

* From the lyrics “The Hurt and the Healer” by Mercy Me

** Romans 15:13

 

 

Monday’s Prayer

Father God,

I lie in the dust; I’m tired, without any energy.

Revive me by Your word.

I told you my plans, and you answered.

You heard me when I shared with You my thoughts on this week.

I showed You my long to-do list.

You answered. You lifted my head.

I know You will provide me with energy every step of this day.

Now teach me your decrees.

As I go through my day I want to pay attention to every lesson You teach me.

Help me understand the meaning of Your commandments,

and I will meditate on Your wonderful deeds.

I weep in sorrow;

encourage me by Your word.

I wish things were different. I wish my life were different.

Forgive me for these thoughts. Forgive me and renew my mind.

I don’t want my thoughts to go there.

Encourage me by Your word today!

Keep me from lying to myself;

give me the privilege of knowing Your instructions.

It’s so easy to make myself believe something that’s not true.

The enemy is just waiting around the corner to help me here.

But I want to focus on You and Your truth.

You are Truth.

I have chosen to be faithful;

I have determined to live by Your regulations.

Today I choose to follow real close after You.

I cling to Your laws.

LORD, don’t let me be put to shame!

I will pursue Your commands,

for You expand my understanding.

Psalm 119:25-32 (NLT)