In Mark 11:24 Jesus says
Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
I love this statement in the Bible. It has been very close to my heart for a long time and it is one of the reasons I so strongly (and selfishly) believed and prayed for My Best Life for so long and this statement again held true when I began believing and praying for Our Best Life.
I am starting to find it very interesting that the more we believe and the more faith we have, the less we ask for in prayer. Jesus knew about this beautiful change that happens within our hearts when we believe and He buried this wonderful secret deep within His statement for us to find as our faith and belief increase.
Lord please help me to remember every day, every hour, and every minute to believe and to have faith in Your Will so that my prayers of request decrease and my prayers of love, thanksgiving and gratitude increase despite the weather within my life.
Lord thank You for Your Divine Will… it is full of love and goodness for EVERYONE.
Please let this be my prayer…
Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done, my Love.
During the Passion of our Lord, Simon the Cyrene was interrupted. Simon’s plans and his will were put on hold when he was asked to help carry the cross of our Lord.
Can you imagine how annoyed you would be to be pulled away from your schedule and your plans to help a convicted criminal? Sorrowfully I admit that I would be very annoyed and maybe even angry.
Simon didn’t know it at first, but this interruption was possibly the greatest blessing of his life, when he was given the honor to help our Lord.
Lord please help me to more graciously accept the interruptions and help me remember Your hidden blessings they carry as I turn away from my will and allow Your Will to be done.
Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be done. Amen.
The first Easter that I truly mourned for Jesus was two years ago. I cried as I went to bed on Good Friday as I finally scratched the surface of trying to understand how His disciples must have felt that night. My sweet husband held my hand as I cried and we fell asleep.
Last year I mourned again and I cried and prayed a lot for Judas Iscariot. I remember going for a nature walk with my family and my sweet girls holding my hands as the tears flowed.
I am not sure why I have been so greatly blessed with so many tears during Holy Week the last two years, but I pray for tears of true sorrow for my sweet Jesus to flow again this year. I also pray for you to join me in this great sorrow NOT because misery loves company, but because following our tears we will together rise to great heights of joy on Easter morning as we again celebrate that He is Risen, He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed, my friends.
May all of the glory for ever and ever be given to Him! Amen.
Last weekend I headed out to an overgrown portion of our yard with a saw in hand and planned to trim a few low hanging branches and cut down a few weeds that were becoming full grown trees. As I started pushing branches out of the way and worked my way back to the fence I came across some dead branches/vines covered in 1-1.5 inch thorns. I quickly recruited my sweet husband to spend the next 30 min braving the thorns while digging out this plant. Unfortunately we did suffer a few pricks during the process and they really hurt!
The thorns and the pricks made me think of Jesus. It reminded me of His crown of thorns and I tried to imagine these thorns pressing into my head… I couldn’t.
Thinking of this made me wonder why we have elevate the rose to such a high symbol of love when it too is covered in these merciless thorns which pressed into the vulnerable and precious head of our Savior and Lord.
Could it be that the young men of the past longed to present their dear ones with not only a beautiful, soft, sweet smelling flower, but also a flower that required them to brave the thorns before it could be obtained in order to deepen the love they were showing their sweetheart through the gift of the rose?
The soldiers could have mocked Jesus with a crown of twigs, but God placed a bush with thorns nearby to allow Jesus to show us yet another level, an even deeper level of His piercing love for us through His crown of thorns.
Jesus thank You for Your deep love that I don’t understand and cannot fathom. You call to me, You wake me from my sleep and You long to be with me regardless of my disregard. Please inspire me to long for You as You long for me, my Love.
Yesterday while I was shopping, I noticed that the price of the lunchmeat I buy had changed again. It has bounced around quite a bit over the last few months. Last year I could purchase a package for $2.50 and then a few months ago the price jumped up to $3.20 and since then I have watched as the price has slowly come back down. Today it was priced at $2.89. I was pretty happy when I first saw the new and lower price, but as I continued shopping and pushing my overflowing cart past other carts that had 2, 5 or maybe 10 items I started thinking a little more about the drop in the price of the lunchmeat.
I started wondering about my fellow shoppers who have had to pass up the purchase of this lunchmeat for the last few months because of the high price. These are the people who have had to go without in order to bring back the lower price. I am sure that they go without more than just lunchmeat, and their sacrifices make my comforts affordable.
Their sacrifices make my comforts affordable.
- Are these comforts really affordable when they are gained through the sacrifice of others?
- Is our daily surplus even ours when it is gained through the sacrifice of others?
This is the supply and demand economics of the world economy that we have built and yesterday in the grocery as I watched an empty cart go by it felt backwards, if felt upside down, it felt turned around and it felt wrong.
Lord please help me remember the backs of others that I am standing on the next time I go to the grocery and come out with a little extra in my pocket. Please inspire Your generosity within my heart, help me to give with Your open hands and help me to remember that no comfort is truly affordable when it is gained through the sacrifice of another.
I am not usually a cynic, but today after spending too much at the grocery I arrived home, checked the mail and found a magazine that had a picture of probably a $5 million dollar home on the front with the article titled, “Love your home!”, and I thought to myself… seriously? Do the people writing and publishing this magazine really believe that looking at photos of this outrageously extravagant house will help me and others love our homes? Seriously… do they really believe this?
I took the magazine straight to the recycling box, because I certainly know that looking at it would not help me to love my home, but I have been wondering why it bothered me so much today. Most days this wouldn’t phase me or bother me, but it did today.
Maybe my annoyance with this magazine is because, as scary as it is to say or to type, in a way it reminds me of my own expensive home, of my own excess, of my own greed, and of my own issues with envy? Maybe for a moment I forgot about my true home?
Lord please be with me and remove envy from my heart and replace it with Your generosity and gratitude because I long to always love the home You have given to me while I am here, but most of all I long to always remember that You are my true home.
Please help me, I can’t do it without You, my Love.