Dear God,
I am weak and
lacking in so many ways, yet you are the great Creator of my days.
Strength of character was molded into Shadrack, Meshack, and
Abednego. Help me too, in faith, to
grow. As you protected Daniel in the
fiery furnace, thank you for protecting me, showing your love, full and
earnest. As you closed the mouth of the
lion when Daniel was thrown into the lion's den, thank you for my protected predestined
fate as I walk, selfish-hearted, here among men.
Lord, I am in some
ways like Jonah, not instantly obedient as was Noah. But Lord, Jonah received, from you, second
chances. So please rescue me from the
sinful weight of my circumstances. As
Noah was obedient, bestow in me that same ingredient.
Like Samson, I
have serious flaws, enough I am sure to give you pause. Strengthen me Lord. Make me confident in your provision, as was
Abraham; knowing that you will provide, as only you can, for this poor straying
lamb.
Lord! Give me endurance as strong as Job's, sustaining me in your blood-stained robe. I fear to ask for Job's patience, but let it replace my complacence, giving action to your Word and persevering with shield and sword.
Please give me even more perseverance like Paul's as he traveled for your cause, always humble without self-applause. Help me remain a loyal servant, as did Paul, though he was confined to prison but always preaching, teaching that you, the great I Am, is risen. Thank you that I am, as Paul was, loved and forgiven.
Please give me even more perseverance like Paul's as he traveled for your cause, always humble without self-applause. Help me remain a loyal servant, as did Paul, though he was confined to prison but always preaching, teaching that you, the great I Am, is risen. Thank you that I am, as Paul was, loved and forgiven.
Let me be, Lord,
a woman dedicated and loyal as in the example of Ruth. Always let me show forth honesty and
truth. When in harm's way or striving to
make a decision, let me do as Ester, seeking your face morning, noon, and night so you may guide me into the light.
I bow before you, Lord, thanking you for your love in spite of what's I've done, for only you know
my work and, though flawed and marred, it has only, daily, just begun.
Your Child, Mary
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