Dear brothers and sisters in Christ,Let us continue in prayer today with a guest prayer from one of my Xanga friends, llamalima (Jen Nung), a brother in Christ who lives on the other side of the world from me (he's in New Zealand, I'm in the U.S.). This excites me very much. We all know our God is not a respecter of persons; Christ's blood has been shed to ransom souls from every tribe, language, people and nation! Once again I give thanks and praise to God for the men and women and boys and girls all around the world He is giving a greater hunger and thirst for Him and a heart and passion to seek after Him.
May God be gracious to us and send His Spirit to open our eyes so we might examine ourselves now. May His Spirit work in us so we might to submit ourselves to His will and be increasingly conformed ("moulded") into the image of His Son the Lord Jesus Christ.
Another prayer.
Father God, thank you for your creation, which always reminds me of what a creative God you are. I am thankful that you have created me and have and will continue moulding me towards your image.
Nevertheless, I now more than ever I want to moan about life, how unfair it all is. I look at myself, and I see so much anger towards others. There seems to be such a difference between what I say and what I do. What my spirit wants to do, my flesh is always in opposition. Lord, I pray that I would look beyond myself and look to others in their plights. I know how much I want to be above everyone else in everything, I pray that I would lay that all down at your feet. All of my dreams, all of my plans, all of my ambitions, all of my selfish ambitions. I pray they would stop burdening me and I would be able to live once again for you.
I look at myself and see how unfair it all really is. Why me? God, I just wish you would send me to hell sometimes. I hate being a Christian some days, I hate failing you more than I know that I’ve failed myself. I wish that I could continue making my little mudpies thinking I knew what a day on the beach was like. I pray that I would stop failing Lord, strengthen my resolve and lead me through paths of righteousness for your name’s sake.
The temptation to spill some harsh words on other people sometimes is intolerable. But I don’t want to be the harsh voice that condemns everyone for the smallest sins. But on the other hand, Lord, you know how much I hate offending people…I love to follow the crowd and not be too different to everyone else. The two extremes pull my body apart as I try to please both gods.
God, I pray that I would be able to draw that line between hateful and loving between breaking and healing. I pray that I would be like Jesus, offensive but healing at the same time, strong enough to injure people’s hearts, but kind enough to heal people’s hearts.
God, I’ve been thinking a lot today. While the sun shone brightly outside, the shadows cast long over my figure. Within the shadows it was cool and I couldn’t feel the sun’s light. I pray that the shadows would be cast even stronger so I would know how much stronger the sun is shining. I pray that something I do would bring people closer to you as opposed to further, because at the moment that’s all it seems to be doing.
In Christ’s awesome name, Amen
And yes it is spelt moulded. =)
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