When the music fades and all is swept away And I simply come Longing just to bring something that’s of worth That will bless your heart
I’ll bring you more than a song For a song in itself is not what you require You look much deeper within Through the way things appear You’re looking into my heart
I’m coming back to the heart of worship And it’s all about you It’s all about you, Jesus I’m sorry, Lord, for the thing I’ve made it But it’s all about you It’s all about you Jesus
Dear God, as I sit in this chapel now and pray—ask the Holy Spirit to pray—for the burdens of my heart, this is the song that came to mind. So this is simply my prayer right now. I just want to worship you in this silence.
I will continue to pray in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord.“And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth,so my ways are higher than your waysand my thoughts higher than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9
Dear God, this where I just have to lean into trust. There are aspects of my life I simply don’t like. Yes, 80% of my life is really as good as I could imagine it, but I have 20% that brings me great pain, worry, and hurt. I don’t understand why it is the way it is. I don’t understand if I’m supposed to be doing something different. I don’t know why. But when I sink into despair I remember the essence of these verses in Isaiah: You are doing things I can’t see or don’t understand, and you’re doing them for reasons I can’t possibly comprehend.
It made me think of a Twila Paris song from the 80s called “Do I Trust You.”
“Do I Trust You, Lord?” By Twila Paris
Sometimes my little heart can’t understand What’s in Your will, what’s in Your plan. So many times I’m tempted to ask You why, But I can never forget it for long. Lord, what You do could not be wrong. So I believe You, even when I must cry.
Do I trust You, Lord? Does the river flow? Do I trust You, Lord? Does the north wind blow? You can see my heart, You can read my mind, And You got to know That I would rather die Than to lose my faith In the One I love. Do I trust You, Lord? Do I trust You?
I know the answers, I’ve given them all. But suddenly now, I feel so small. Shaken down to the cavity in my soul. I know the doctrine and theology, But right now they don’t mean much to me. This time there’s only one thing I’ve got to know.
Do I trust You, Lord? Does the robin sing? Do I trust You, Lord? Does it rain in spring? You can see my heart, You can read my mind, And You got to know That I would rather die Than to lose my faith In the One I love. Do I trust You, Lord? Do I trust You?
I will trust You, Lord, when I don’t know why. I will trust You, Lord, till the day I die. I will trust You, Lord, when I’m blind with pain! You were God before, and You’ll never change. I will trust You. I will trust You. I will trust You, Lord I will trust You
I will trust You. I will trust You. I will trust You I will trust You. I will trust You, Lord.
Father, I don’t know what I would do without my faith in you. I know some would call it a crutch. That’s an insult. You are more than that. Using you as a crutch means it’s still about me. It’s NOT about me. I don’t use you as a crutch. I simply throw myself upon you and trust that you are working for purposes higher than my purposes in ways I cannot see. And then I trust that. I trust you. And if I’ve wasted my life trusting you and none of this is true, then I still won’t regret a thing because trusting you and living life the way you created me to live it has brought me more peace than anything else ever could have. It’s brought me more joy. It’s brought me more love. All of the fruits of the Spirit. To quote another song but changing the meaning slightly, God, if loving you is wrong then I don’t want to be right.
I offer this prayer to you through the grace and power of Jesus,
Lord, the light of your love is shining In the midst of the darkness, shining Jesus, Light of the world, shine upon us Set us free by the truth you now bring us Shine on me, shine on me
Shine, Jesus, shine Fill this land with the Father’s glory Blaze, Spirit, blaze Set our hearts on fire Flow, river, flow Flood the nations with grace and mercy Send forth your word Lord, and let there be light
Lord, I come to your awesome presence From the shadows into your radiance By the blood I may enter your brightness Search me, try me, consume all my darkness Shine on me, shine on me
Shine, Jesus, shine Fill this land with the Father’s glory Blaze, Spirit, blaze Set our hearts on fire Flow, river, flow Flood the nations with grace and mercy Send forth your word Lord, and let there be light
As we gaze on your kingly brightness So our faces display your likeness Ever changing from glory to glory Mirrored here may our lives tell your story Shine on me, shine on me
Shine, Jesus, shine Fill this land with the Father’s glory Blaze, Spirit, blaze Set our hearts on fire Flow, river, flow Flood the nations with grace and mercy Send forth your word Lord, and let there be
Send forth your Send forth your word Lord, and let there Send forth your word Send forth your word Lord, and let there be light
Dear God, ever since seeing the Jesus Revolution movie yesterday, I’ve been thinking a lot about it. As I said last night in my prayer, I’ve had a lot of disparate thoughts.
What’s been on my heart a lot today is not only the youth in our community, but also the difference in the way some Christians see to help them. There is a very passionate group that wants to focus on every single thing the school is doing that might influence children. From curriculum, to counseling, to policies, etc. They (and I say “they” because I am not one of them) think this will protect our children. But I’ve thought a lot about this today. I cannot think of a single revival in our country that started with a movement of the government or other authorities. Never has it been legislated from the top down. Even thinking back into the Bible stories, it’s always suffering that brings us into repentance. It’s always suffering that brings us to you. The only example I can think of off of the top of my head that might be an exception is the preaching Jonah did in Nineveh. I don’t know what exactly the Ninevites were experiencing to make their hearts so ripe for your message through Jonah, but they were radical in their response.
Now, I look at our children and I keep thinking back to the movie yesterday when they talked about the hippies looking for you, but they were looking in all of the wrong places. From drugs, to promiscuity, to any other type of experimentation, they were looking for something to fill their “God hole.” The same is true for today. I think of what revival would look like if it were to work its way through our school, and it would put any agenda for controlling the library books, the counseling program, etc. to shame. Even students are smart enough to know when to reject something after they have found the truth. In fact, they are probably better at that than adults are.
That leads me to this song. It was the closing song in the church I attended this morning. The lead into the chorus that Graham Kendrick wrote starts with “Shine on me.” It starts with us as individuals. Then, to borrow Kurt Kaiser’s words from “Pass it On,” “It only takes a spark to get a fire going.” So, Father, this is my prayer today: “Shine, Jesus, Shine. Fill this land with the Father’s glory. Blaze, Spirit, Blaze. Set our hearts on fire. Flow, river, flow. Flood the nations with grace and mercy. Send forth your Word, Lord, and let there be light.” Let it start in my home. Let it be in my community. Let it be in my state. Let it be in my country. Let it be in my world. Let is start with what you’re doing in Asbury. Let this movie be your fuel. And let this be the start of something amazing. Let this pain of the pandemic over the last three years, the toxicity of social media, and the idolatry the church has adopted for government and power count. Let it bring us, bring me, to repentance. And then teach us discipleship so that your church might bring your will into the world from the bottom up.
I pray all of this through the name of Jesus, the author and perfector of my faith,
Rich Mullins performing “Doubly Good To You,” a song he wrote but was originally released by Amy Grant
“Doubly Good To You” by Rich Mullins
If you see the moon Rising gently on your fields If the wind blows softly on your face If the sunset lingers While cathedral bells peal And the moon has risen to her place
You can thank the Father For the things that he has done And thank him for the things he’s yet to do And if you find a love that’s tender If you find someone who’s true Then thank the Lord He’s been doubly good to you
And if you look in the mirror At the end of a hard day And you know in your heart you have not lied And if you gave love freely If you earned an honest wage And if you’ve got Jesus by your side
You can thank the Father For the things that he has done And thank him for the things he’s yet to do And if you find a love that’s tender If you find someone who’s true Thank the Lord He’s been doubly good to you
Dear God, this is just a great song. Nice and simple. a reminder to count our blessings. The end.
Ah, but then there is the rest of the story. Rich Mullins wrote this for his own wedding that never happened. He lost the “doubly good” about which he was singing. Of course, Rich never experienced having children. I can attest that there can be windows in life when your marriage and kids are all great at the same time, and it really feels like even a “triple” goodness. But then those windows pass and things don’t play out like you hope. How will I respond?
I spent some time last week while I was sick pouring over old pictures of my wife and kids. Those pictures always encourage me. They remind me that there was legitimate goodness at one time. That my mind hasn’t imagined it. No, the photos didn’t capture the pain between the smiles. There are holes in the story for which I don’t know the content. But it really does help me to lean into the pain of the current loss I feel from no longer having that sense of “triple goodness” and embrace the life you e given to me now.
So, Father, thank you for the things you have done and the things you’ve yet to do. Help me to be your complete servant today.
I pray all of this under your authority and in your name,
… To all the travelers Pilgrims longing for a home From one who walks with you On this journey called life’s road It is a long and winding road
… From one who’s seen the view And dreamt of staying on the mountain’s high And one who’s cried like you Wanting so much just to lay down and die
… I offer this We must remember this
… We are not home yet We are not home yet Keep on looking ahead Let your heart not forget We are not home yet
… Not home yet Not home yet
… So close your eyes with me And hear the Father saying, “Welcome home” Let us find the strength In all His promises to carry on He said, “I’ll go prepare a place for you” So let us not forget
… We are not home yet (not home yet) We are not home yet (not home yet) Keep on looking ahead Let your heart not forget We are not home yet (not home yet)
… We are not home yet (not home yet) Keep on looking ahead Let your heart not forget We are not home yet
… No, no I know there’ll be a moment I know there’ll be a place When we will see our Savior And fall in His embrace So let us not grow weary Or too content to stay ‘Cause we are not home yet
… We are not home yet Not home yet
… So let us journey on
… We are not home yet (not home yet) We are not home yet (not home yet) So keep on looking ahead Let your heart not forget We are not home yet, yet (not home yet)
… Oh, we are not home yet (not home yet) So, keep on looking ahead Let your heart not forget We are not home yet (not home yet)
… Oh, we are not home yet (not home yet) We are not home yet (not home yet) We are not home yet Not home yet
… We are not home yet So let us journey on Not home yet We are not home yet
Dear God, the sentiment of this song is to use the image of being with you in eternity to strengthen us on this road we walk here. I think that’s great, but it’s not how I work. I really don’t think about heaven or being with you that often. I think about the reality, as I understand reality in my limited human way, of walking with you in this world today. I take the chorus of this song and tell myself, “I am not home yet. I must press on.” Which is what he’s saying, but it seems like the next life is on his mind much more than it is on mine.
I’ve thought in the past week about getting to see a few loved ones who have died when I get to the afterlife with you. Specifically, the daughter my wife and I lost in 1995 and then my grandfather, about whom I wrote you yesterday. So there’s that. But I don’t think about just being in this amazing state of worship and filled with your magnificent presence continuously.
I have work to do today. Today is the culmination of a lot of work and prayer. We are putting on a marriage/discipleship seminar tonight and tomorrow morning for the entire community. I don’t know if we will have enough space for everyone. I hope we have “just enough.” I don’t want anyone to be turned away, but I also want every person there who can be there to be there. But you are in charge. I give the attendee list to you. You know I did what I could to get the word out.
I told my wife this morning that I am most concerned about my own pride tonight. I wish I could somehow not be the face of this thing because I know there is a part of me that is going to hope for praise. And praise is due only to you, not me. Help me to direct everyone with whom I speak today to you.
Father, if it only takes a spark to get a fire going, I am hopeful that today will be the continuation of a spark you gave to me in 2000 when I last heard this speaker in person. Holy Spirit, let your fire burn through our city for the glory of God. And Jesus, thank you for making all of this possible through your sacrifice and intercession. None of us would have a hope without you.
Precious Lord, take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I am tired, I’m weak, I am worn Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my hand, precious Lord Lead me home
When my way groweth drear Precious Lord, linger near When my light is almost gone Hear my cry, hear my call Hold my hand lest I fall Take my hand, precious Lord Lead me on
When the darkness appears And the night draws near And the day is past and gone At the river I stand Guide my feet Hold my hand Take my hand, precious Lord Lead me on
Precious Lord, take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I am tired, I’m weak, I am worn Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my hand, precious Lord Lead me home
Songwriter: Thomas A. Dorsey
Dear God, we sang this song in church on Sunday. My wife lead the singing and she told be beforehand the background of how this song was written (see the interview with Mr. Dorsey above). It reminded me of the background for “It Is Well With My Soul” (Horatio Spafford). Mr. Dorsey wrote this after he lost his wife, and shortly thereafter his daughter, in childbirth. He was devastated. This song was one way he expressed his pain and his faith.
I’ve had my own times when I’ve been tired, weak, and worn. I’m grateful to not be there now, but I know I’ll be there again. No, tonight, my heart is with a friend who just lost a pregnancy. Her situation is similar to Dorsey”s and anyone else who has suffered the loss of a child or spouse. I’ve been there. I know that pain.
Here’s a good rendition of the song:
Father, Jesus, and Holy Spirit, please comfort my friend tonight. I know she hurts. I know she still has to go through some medical procedures. I am sorry for her. I know many are. We want to wrap her up and let her know she is loved. Let her know that you love her. Please help her to feel your love through this. Help her to find her shelter and comfort in you. Help her to find you through the pain she is experiencing. Be very real to her.
The waves crash in The tide rolls out It’s an angry sea But there is no doubt That the lighthouse Will keep shining out To warn a lonely sailor
And the lightning strikes And the wind cuts cold Through the sailor’s bones Through the sailor’s soul ‘Til there’s nothing left That he can hold Except a rolling ocean
Oh, I am ready for the storm Yes, sir, ready I am ready for the storm I’m ready for the storm
Oh, give me mercy For my dreams ‘Cause every confrontation seems To tell me What it really means To be this lonely sailor
And when the sky begins to clear The sun it melts away my fear And I cry a silent weary tear For those who mean to love me
Oh, I am ready for the storm Yes, sir, ready I am ready for the storm I’m ready for the storm
The distance it is no real friend And time will take its time And you will find that in the end It brings you me This lonely sailor
And when You take me by the hand And You love me, Lord, You love me And I should have realized I had no reasons to be frightened
Oh, I am ready for the storm Yes, sir, ready I am ready for the storm Yes, sir, ready I am ready for the storm Yes, sir, ready I am ready for the storm I’m ready for the storm
Written by Dougie MacLean
Dear God, here are my thoughts on this song I know through Rich Mullins. It’s one of those songs I’ve never paid must attention to regarding the meaning of the verses. I can just sing along with the chorus.
Verse 1: I just picture the song writer, Dougie MacLean, sitting on a rocky coast in Ireland (to hear him sing he sounds Irish) and watching the waves crash against the shore while a lighthouse sits nearby. He’s imaging the relationships between the sailor, the boat, the water, the shore, the wind, and that lighthouse. From nature’s standpoint, the sailor is the only thing that is superfluous. They are all there for him. The sailor needs the boat. He needs the water to travel wherever he is going or hunt for whatever he is fishing for. He needs the shore for his life off of the boat. He even needs the wind, although he doesn’t need the storm. He needs the lighthouse to direct him from crashing into the shore. But none of these things need him. Their existence would be the same if he was or wasn’t there–well, maybe not the boat since the boat would be docked without the sailor.
Verse 2: The confrontations in my life leave me feeling like this sailor: Vulnerable. In danger. Dependent. Needing to struggle to survive. Lonely. “For those who mean to love me.” That could mean so many things. Did they love him and do the right things to confront him, but he rejected them? Did they reject him for the wrong reasons? With the sky clearing and the sun melting away fears…you know, this almost makes me think of someone going through rehab. The confrontation–intervention. The loneliness. The storm of getting sober. The lighthouse guiding to shore, but protecting as well. The sobriety melting away the fears. The tear realizing how others were loving him through the intervention. I could be totally wrong, but that’s what came to mind when I started to ponder the words a little.
Verse 3: Playing with my sobriety theory, the difficult thing about addiction is that it doesn’t really pass with time. Oh, perhaps it does a little, but it’s only one slip away. The distance is no real friend. You can still be lonely, even in your sobriety. But you take us by the hand, God. You comfort us. Love us. Give us peace. And the more we get to know you the more we realize that we have nothing to really fear. You are our hope and loving you is what it’s ultimately all about.
Father, I will never sing with passion that I am ready for the storm. Okay, never say never, but it is hard to imagine egging on Satan, you, or anything else in that way. But there are times when I have to set my face to the wind and just decide I’m going to do better, whatever that “better” might be. Life can be lonely, but I am blessed beyond measure by the wife you’ve given to me. And I’m not just saying that because that is what Christian husbands are supposed to say about their wives. She is unbelievable and amazing. She is so good for me. You do so much in me through her. Thank you that, for at least this moment, I am not a lonely sailor.
I pray all of this in the name of you, your son, and your Holy Spirit,
22 Then the Lord said to Moses, 23 “Tell Aaron and his sons to bless the people of Israel with this special blessing:
24 ‘May the Lord bless you and protect you. 25 May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you. 26 May the Lord show you his favor and give you his peace.’
27 Whenever Aaron and his sons bless the people of Israel in my name, I myself will bless them.”
Numbers 6:22-27
Dear God, this was the Old Testament reading on Sunday, New Year’s Day. While I was reading it I thought about wanting to spend some time with it in this setting. When I sat down this morning to do it I thought I would go back and find the video that came out of the UK in 2020 during the pandemic that was quite beautiful with people singing the song in isolation, but combined through technology. When I searched YouTube for it this morning, I found this international version. I was so moved by it after watching it for just a minute, I called my wife in and we ended up holding each other and watching it. I had chills. She cried. There’s is something about watching your creation worship you and do its best to spread your love into the world that is…well, words fail me.
The part of the song when they repeat over and over again, “He is for you, He is for you.” It reminds me of the scene in Good Will Hunting when Robin Williams’s therapist character repeats to Will, “It’s not your fault.” Will brushes it off at first, but Williams keeps repeating it until it starts to sink in. That’s what this reminds me of.
“He is for you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“No, you don’t. He is for you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“No, you don’t. He is for you.”
“What are you doing?”
“He is for you.”
“Don’t mess with me!”
“He is for you.”
“Don’t do it. Not you!”
“He is for you.”
That’s when it starts to sink in. You are for me. You are for my wife. You are for my children. My parents. My siblings, nieces, and nephews. You are for not only the Americans, but your creation all over the world. You are for me. You are for them. You are for us!
Father, Jesus, Holy Spirit, I pray under your authority that my life would be an extension of you being for your creation. You are my God. Thank you for your blessing. Thank you for keeping me. Thank you for letting your face smile upon me. Thank you for being gracious to me. Thank you for showing me your favor. Thank you for your peace.
[Verse 1] O Holy night!The stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining ‘Til He appears and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees; O hear the Angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born O night, O Holy night, O night divine!
[Verse 2] Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming Here come the Wise Men from Orient land The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger In all our trials born to be our friend He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger Behold your King; before Him lowly bend Behold your King; before Him lowly bend
[Verse 3] Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His Gospel is Peace Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother And in His name, all oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we Let all within us Praise His Holy name Christ is the Lord; O praise His name forever! His power and glory evermore proclaim His power and glory evermore proclaim
Dear God, I heard someone ask yesterday what our favorite Christian Christmas song is (as opposed to secular), and I don’t know that this one is my favorite, but it’s what came to mind first. But I have to admit I don’t think I’ve ever paid that close to the lyrics beyond the first verse. But there is one line in there that always stands out to me: “The soul felt its worth.”
I guess that Jesus’s coming tells me everything I need to know about my worth to you. I read a nice editorial by a pastor who talked about the reciprocal nature of Christmas gift giving. As adults, we feel the need to exchange commensurate gifts. But children feel no such need for reciprocity when they receive a gift. I asked my seven-year-old I’m mentoring yesterday what he got his mother for Christmas and he told me he drew her a picture of a dog. So sweet, but the idea that he could even come close to his mother’s gift-giving capacity–regardless of how wealthy she is or isn’t–is ridiculous. The five-year-old who gets a bike for Christmas could never repay their parent. Christmas gifts are a one-way street.
As the pastor pointed out, the same is true with us. There is no way we can ever match you in gift-giving capacity. The only thing we can do is try to match sacrifice. You sacrificed everything for us. You gave us something we can never repay. What can I do, but accept your love, accept your gift, and then try as I might to return your love, much like a child might try to express love to a parent.
Father, Jesus, Holy Spirit, you have shown me my soul’s worth to you. Thank you. Help me to be part of showing others what their souls are worth as well. Help me to be your ambassador into the world. You are my king. You are my father. You are my counselor. You are my comforter. You are my advocate. You are my savior. To you be all glory now and forever.
Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights, I call it a draw Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights, I wish they’d just fall off But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for, oh-oh (Oh-ooh-woah) what do I stand for? (Oh-ooh-woah) what do I stand for? Most nights, I don’t know anymore
This is it, boys, this is war What are we waiting for? Why don’t we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype Save that for the black and white Try twice as hard, and I’m half as liked But here they come again to jack my style
That’s alright (that’s alright) I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am Oh, who am I? Mmm, mmm-mmm
Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end ‘Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I’m scared you’ll forget me again Some nights, I always win (I always win) But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for, oh-oh (Oh-ooh-woah) what do I stand for? (Oh-ooh-woah) what do I stand for? Most nights, I don’t know
so this is it? I sold my soul for this? Washed my hands of that for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? No, when I see stars, when I see- When I see stars, that’s all they are When I hear songs They sound like a swan, so come on Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
Well, this is it guys, that is all Five minutes in, and I’m bored again Ten years of this, I’m not sure if anybody understands This one is not for the folks at home Sorry to leave, Mom, I had to go Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?
My heart is breaking for my sister And the con that she called “love” And then I look into my nephew’s eyes Man, you wouldn’t believe The most amazing things That can come from Some terrible nights
The other night, you wouldn’t believe The dream I just had about you and me I called you up, but we both agree It’s for the best you didn’t listen It’s for the best we get our distance, oh For the best you didn’t listen It’s for the best we get our distance, oh
Songwriters: Nathaniel Joseph Ruess / Andrew Dost / Jeffrey Bhasker / Jack Michael Antonoff
Dear God, I wanted to do this prayer a couple of days ago when I woke up with this song in my head, but…well, time just got away from me. It’s been hectic this week, I haven’t felt great physically, etc. Excuse, excuse, excuse. The truth is, I didn’t make praying to you in this way a priority the last couple of days. So here I am now. I need you. I miss you.
This song is interesting. It’s secular, and I have no illusions it’s not secular. But it speaks to that longing that we all have when we are wandering away from you. What do I stand for?
The lyrics of the song are poetic and cryptic. I don’t know exactly what they are saying, but I certainly see intimations. Attack life and you end up with enemies and loneliness. A martyr in my bed tonight? A one-night stand who gave meaning for a moment, but the moment is gone. “Some nights I wish this all would end, ’cause I could use some friends for a change.” What did the attacking of life get me? What did success get me?
Someone mocked me recently for the amount of volunteer work I do. They were a young person who has a pretty empty life. They are still pursuing the money and career. They are trying to attack life, but doing it seemingly fruitlessly. I see a lot of emptiness in them. And I’ll say, as I evaluate my level of volunteerism, it’s not like I do it compulsively. I say no to a lot of things. I go home and spend time with my wife. I take time for myself. But I certainly make sure I have it as part of my life balance.
The last part seems to be singing about his sister’s family. Bad husband (a “con”). Her son, a devastated nephew. So much pain. So much pain.
I was driving yesterday and I saw a family with a sign asking for money in front of Walmart. This doesn’t happen often in our small idyllic tourist town. The police usually snuff them out pretty quickly. But I thought about this family and imagined what their situation might be. How deep in the hole they probably are. What kind of effort and resources it would take to get them out of that situation–this one family. Then how many families there are in that situation. So much pain.
I was just speaking with a coworker about kids in the school and a staff member who is suffering emotionally from working with the students designated as disciplinary problems. There’s just so much wrong.
Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord Jesus, come! Come into our hearts individually. Bring revival to us. Help our marriages. Help our relationships with our children. Help us, Lord. And show us what to do to help others. But let it all start with our simple submission to you individually. Turning loose and worshipping you.
I pray this all in through your name and the power you have,
Emails to God 