Sweet Father,
My prayers have been so heavy lately. Prayers for my country, for our police officers, for the movement that is destroying our nation, for “countries” that are staking claim within our land.
Father, I am tired. My eyes are tired of seeing constant destruction. My ears are tired of hearing vulgarities regarding President Trump. My heart is tired of turning upside down each time a monument falls. Oh, Lord, it hurts. Every time, my heart aches at the loss of our history.
I think of the Israelite nation and the continuous cycle of kings following God and building up alters to the Lord that are knocked down by the following kings who do not follow God. These events were cyclical in the history of Your people. I have never felt the blow of the knocking down of monuments, temples and wells of our forefathers until these last two weeks.
It’s as if this behavior is expected with the disrespect and absence of You and Your holy name.
Father God. I know Your Name! And I pray to You through the blood of the Lamb. And, Father God Almighty, I am not the only believer of Jesus Christ that is praying to You on behalf of America. I know I am joined by thousands.
And I, we, know You hear our prayers. And we will pray again. Lord God, we trust You and You alone to gather up our united prayers and pour them out where and when they are needed. We may pray for our desired outcome and direction, but we trust You to do with our prayers of faith as You see best.
Lord, see best.
Jesus . . .
Jesus. At the sound of Your name my body relaxed. At the breath of Your name my heart skipped a renewed beat. At the sight of Your name, I smile.
Jesus.
I will magnify and praise the name of Jesus.
Oh, how greatly I love you! That our eyes are set on Your name. That we will pray in Your name. That we will stand on Your name. For we know that we will not be shaken or torn down as we are founded upon the foundation that is called Jesus.
Xoxo
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