I love how the black night gives way to a burning force edging over the horizon. How light floods the surface of the earth.
You can’t miss it. You can’t deny it. It just is.
It gently eases over the edge. Melting. Warming. Inviting. The cold night surrenders to the blaze and newness occurs.
A daily surrendering to blazing love. A yielding to light. Exposing the darkest corners. A throwing back the shutters and tilting my face upwards into the heated love of the Son.
A melting of hardness. A warming of cold. A breath of new life into this tired body. A birth of new prayer.
Prayer dependant upon the Light.
O God, my perfect and good Father, may you continue to develop Godly character in me, a humble heart, and a tender spirit. May life’s difficulties produce growth. A deeper dependence on You. A giving over of my will and desire to Yours.
May the lost dream make way for a new dream. A dream that is more than I could ask for or imagine. I plan my steps, but yield the path to You, O Lord. You determine my way.
My big prayers:
An affordable house that meets our family needs in Brantford, Ontario. For hearts ready to receive what God provides.
For God to give wisdom to the people making decisions for Harvest Brantford. For all ministry roles to be filled with the person God has specifically chosen and equipped for that role, and that our personal preferences and ideas will not get in God’s way.
For a favourable response from the publisher regarding my novel—soon! For a future in teaching and encouraging others to use their talent and passion for writing to glorify God.
Would you pray with me? For me? These are my big prayers. I want God’s way over my way, and far too often I get in the way! May I surrender my dreams and desires to Him. This does not come naturally. But it is what I want. Please pray with me.