Prayer is one of my favorite activities. To know that the Creator of the universe, the Lord of All, GOD is interested in my thoughts, dreams, hopes, fears, joys and problems is amazing! I am no one special to the world, but the Bible says that to HIM I am. Just think, God ( yup the GOD, the 1 true GOD) thinks each of us are special and important. Let that sink in. Gives me goosebumps.
Back to prayer. I love it. My prayers are not fancy. It is just me pouring my jumbled thoughts out to my Best Friend, my Savior, my Lord.
Last night (well this morning time wise) as I was praying for my daughter the matter of a dad came up. This girl wants a dad in her life. It is what she asks Jesus for in her prayers. "Bring me a daddy, but not a naughty one like my 1st one, a one from you. " It breaks my heart and I am sure HIS too. To hear this precious child yearn for this important figure.
I too yearn for not just a dad for my daughter but a spouse for me. Someone to do life with, to shoulder the load of parenting. A man who loves Jesus more than he cherishes me. A man who loves my daughter as his own.
I also prayed for snow and a white Christmas. I know there was no snow in Bethlehem and more than likely it wasn't December 25th the night Jesus was born, but that is the day we choose to celebrate and the point is not the calendar date, but our heart of worship and gratitude for all that His birth means for us. And well I just love a beautiful blanket of snow.
Prayer isn't fancy. It is telling God our heart. It is conversation. It is repenting of our failures and renewing wholeness. It is a precious gift.
Joy is simply talking to God and knowing that in Heaven it will be each of us talking in the throne room with our amazing God. WOW!!
An oldie, but a favorite!
Back to prayer. I love it. My prayers are not fancy. It is just me pouring my jumbled thoughts out to my Best Friend, my Savior, my Lord.
Last night (well this morning time wise) as I was praying for my daughter the matter of a dad came up. This girl wants a dad in her life. It is what she asks Jesus for in her prayers. "Bring me a daddy, but not a naughty one like my 1st one, a one from you. " It breaks my heart and I am sure HIS too. To hear this precious child yearn for this important figure.
I too yearn for not just a dad for my daughter but a spouse for me. Someone to do life with, to shoulder the load of parenting. A man who loves Jesus more than he cherishes me. A man who loves my daughter as his own.
I also prayed for snow and a white Christmas. I know there was no snow in Bethlehem and more than likely it wasn't December 25th the night Jesus was born, but that is the day we choose to celebrate and the point is not the calendar date, but our heart of worship and gratitude for all that His birth means for us. And well I just love a beautiful blanket of snow.
Prayer isn't fancy. It is telling God our heart. It is conversation. It is repenting of our failures and renewing wholeness. It is a precious gift.
Joy is simply talking to God and knowing that in Heaven it will be each of us talking in the throne room with our amazing God. WOW!!
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