Praying is one of those deeply unuttered groanings going on within me–it seems like all the time–anymore. The older I get, the more needs I recognize--the more potential problems I foresee.
With every sad news account of abuse–to children, to women, to men–my heart cries out for justice and comfort.
With all the political lies and usurping of power, I moan and beg for God’s intervention and protection.
For all the daily sadness I see, I pray for God’s abundant grace to be sufficient to meet the needs of hearts I cannot touch–with hand or word.
For the apathy within my own heart in areas most important to my Lord, I confess and pray for the restoration of my early faith in Christ.
It seems to me each day brings me new opportunities to pray for others–for ministers who break the bread of life to their congregations, for the lostness of souls, for the reconciliation of marriages, and other relationships.
Yet, all too often, at the end of any given day, I sense how little I have prayed for what God sees most important. I recognize that much of what I've brought before the throne of grace is mundane, mediocrity--for that which the heathen might pray. I realize how much is about my comfort, my needs, my desires--the daily comforts of others. So little for the increase of the Kingdom of God. Because of my fleshly self-interest, I weary myself and am grateful the Spirit joins mine and cries out for what is best and most beneficial for the purpose of God to be completed in and around me. selahV
Thanks to my friend Bill for stimulating my thoughts on this subject today.
