I simply want to lift every reader of these words to you today. I pray for your precious child who woke up this morning still swimming in her desperate situation. I pray for those on their knees who’ve reached the end of their own strength who now pray to you as their first response…or as their last. I lift those who see no end in sight, no visible way of escaping the roof caving in on their hopes and dreams, crushing all they’ve worked and sacrificed for. I pray for those suffering unthinkable loss or hurt, enduring what seems an endless season of grief and pain.
I pray you’ll somehow reveal yourself, your love and your mercy to every hurting heart hungryphoto © 2008 Andy Gregorowicz | more info (via: Wylio)
for the comfort of your embrace. I pray for the momma fighting cold and sickness that she may find the healing she needs to be all you need her to be. Strengthen and encourage your children, I pray. Let each humble heart draw closer to you and may your precious love replace all feelings of doubt, emptiness, discouragement and sadness. And let us all find power in your precious name. Amen.
“Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.” (Mark 11:23-25) NIV