Praying-Part 1-Praying for Ourselves Seven Prayers for Ourselves

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Today begins a four part series of prayers. This Monday we will focus on praying for ourselves. Next week we will focus on praying for our families. After that, we will pray for our communities and finally our world. Each day has a short prayer that you can pray for yourself along with the Biblical reference. This is a list to get you started. Please add other petitions that you ask of God for yourself in the comments below so we can add to our list. Blessings to you as draw closer to God in prayer.

 

 

 

 

Monday

Lord God, I pray that your Word is a light for my path.

Your word is a lamp for my feet,  a light on my path. Psalm 119:105

Tuesday

Dear Lord, I pray the fruit of the Spirit would be exhibited more and more in my life.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Galatians 5:22-23

Wednesday

I pray, O Lord, that the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart will please you.

May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14

Thursday

O Father, help me to be wise with my time.

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12

Friday

I pray that the plans, God, you have for me, are plans for welfare and not for calamity, to give me a future and a hope, and that I will let You work in my life to accomplish those plans.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

Saturday

Glorious God, help me trust You with my circumstances for you have promised to be with me, to be my God, to strengthen me, to help me, and to uphold me with your righteous right hand.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10

Sunday

Lord, help me to have a heart of thanks.

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18

The Art of Words

Tena and DadThe next two paragraphs were first published in the book 365 Ways to Connect with Your Kids by Charlene Ann Baumbich. They were written by my dad, Rich. What is precious to me about this book in particular is that it is the only time my dad and I shared personal stories which were published in the same book. When I heard about Charlene’s request for parents to write about ways they have connected with their kids, I asked my dad to write about the poems he wrote to each of his girls every Christmas. I am SO glad I did. Here are his words:

“I have always written poetry. I started writing poems about my daughters concerning things I had watched them accomplished, struggle with or create. Sometimes I’d write an inspirational poem about how they shouldn’t let life frustrate them. They were all done in free verse. I usually spent the most time writing them in November to December to put in their stockings on Christmas Eve. It was amazing to watch them run to the stockings and sit and read those poems before even looking for the goodies or small gifts. My wife would let them read them for a day or two then she put them in a binder.

When the oldest daughter got married, my wife gave them to her on her wedding day. I was even amazed to see the volume of poems I had written. It was a fascinating record of her life growing up and what I had observed in that life. My other younger daughters also got to glimpse at their volumes. Their poetry volumes will be given to them at some appropriate time.”

Tena reflection:

Each Christmas morning we would sit at the top of the stairs and get our picture taken together.  Then, we would run downstairs to the lit-up Christmas tree and begin opening gifts.  After all the gifts were open, someone would shout out the word, “STOCKINGS!”, and we would race to the fireplace in the family room to see our Christmas sock hanging from a hook on the mantle.  Inside we would find lots of treats and small treasures.  Immediately, we would take the papers that had been peeking out of the top of our stocking and find a quiet spot to read the words of love written to us by our dad.  Each year my dad faithfully put in our stockings several different poems about us that he had written.  These poems usually summarized what we were involved that year and how Dad felt about us.  They were love letters that we looked forward to reading each Christmas morning.  These poems were Dad’s words of affirmation to us on pieces of paper.  What was once a present peeking out from the top of our stocking is now a priceless gift from our Dad.  We are so thankful for the love our father gave us.  We are grateful not only for the precious memories and pictures we have of our dad, but also for the proof of his devotion found in these poems.  These poems not only fulfilled my personal need of hearing words of encouragement, but they also helped create in me a passion for writing inspiring devotionals.

Tena working at Dad's deskThis is a picture of me at four and a half years old writing at Dad’s desk trying to be just like him.

Father God, thank you for the ways our dads demonstrated love for us. May we love others as you have commanded. Amen.

Share in the comments below one or two ways your dad demonstrated his love for you and your siblings.

 

Connected by Kindness

Colossians 3 12This inspirational story is taken from the true story, Blizzards of Glass the Halifax Explosion of 1917 by Sally M. Walker. I share this story in my workshop “Follow in His Footsteps” because it is a beautiful example of helping those in need.

“December 6 1917, started like any other day in Halifax. Women made breakfast, men went to work, children got ready for school. But everything stopped shortly before nine o’clock that morning, when two ships collided in Halifax Harbour. One of the ships was loaded with munitions for the troops fighting in Europe; the other was preparing to collect medical supplies for the war’s victims.

The resulting disaster was the largest man-made explosion until the detonation of the atomic bomb in 1945. The blast flattened large areas of Halifax and the town across the harbor, Dartmouth. It killed nearly two thousand people. As if that wasn’t devastating enough, a blizzard hit the next day, dumping more than a foot of snow on the area and slowing much-needed relief efforts.”

One of the first to respond to this disaster was the governor of Massachusetts, Samuel McCall. Here is his letter of introduction to the mayor of Halifax. “I am sending Hon. A.C. Ratshesky of the Massachusetts Public Safety Committee, immediately to your city, with a corps of our best State surgeons and nurses, in the belief that they may be of service to you in the hour of need….We have the strongest affection for the people of your city, and…we are anxious to do everything possible for their assistance at this time…Assure them that we are ready to answer any call that they may need to make upon us.”

“By 10:00 P.M., the train, stocked with bandages, medicines, surgical equipment, twelve surgeons, ten nurses, representatives from the American Red Cross, and several newspaper reporters, rolled out of Boston” (82-83). The book goes on in detail of how these men and women assisted the survivors of this explosion. Their acts of kindness did not go unnoticed. In fact, nearly one hundred years later the people of Nova Scotia still remember and give thanks.

“And every year since 1971, in Boston, Massachusetts, the city lights a freshly cut Christmas tree that towers above Boston Common. Each year’s tree is a gift from Nova Scotia to the people of Massachusetts, in remembrance of the help they gave to a suffering city” (127-128).

Father God, help us to reach out to our friends in need both near and far. Amen.