Father, Your great love enfolds me, wrapping me in the warmth of Your abiding presence. I’m so grateful for the touch of Your hand. You refresh my soul when I am weary, and You replenish — restore — my sorrow with joy.
Great is your faithfulness, O Lord! My hope is in You, therefore, I find my peace in You … You comfort and refresh me. Blessed be Your Name.
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And the angels of the Lord cry holy … holy … holy is the Lord. Do you suppose the angels sing and rejoice with the awakening of each dawn? They, who are clothed in light and know no personal darkness, do they rejoice in the greatness of the Lord as they view the rising of the sun from eternity’s perspective?
And acknowledge Him?
As does creation?
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Father, You have made a way for me to stand strong in battle and be tenacious in my faith. You have provided the full armor of God to bring me victory, but it’s up to me to put it on daily. In this hour, I cannot be willy-nilly about this — putting on the full armor of God must become a daily discipline if I want to withstand the evil one.
You have given me the helmet of salvation to guard my mind and thoughts, to declare to the enemy and the world that I am in Your army bringing the kingdom of God to earth. What an honor … what a privilege. Yet, I have learned that acceptance of this call is like a welcome mat to the enemy, inviting spiritual warfare into most of my days.
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A thunderhead rolled across the mountain ridge. The sky slowly darkened like black ink spilling and oozing across blue paper. Torrents of rain pummeled the earth as lightning crashed with its electric fingers. This storm, though swift, was fierce, filling the mountainside with apprehension. As quickly as the storm came with its bite, it was gone. The wind subsided and torrents of rain became a refreshing shower. There, against the steel gray of the sky, peeking from behind lingering clouds, arched a rainbow.
I thought about the storm that had pummeled my life over the past few weeks. The darkness. The fear and angst.
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Father, as a believer in Jesus, my heart longs for Jerusalem, the city of the Living God. My heart aches for Your people, Israel. I will not keep silent, and I will not stop praying for the peace of Jerusalem. Surround her as a shield and deliver her from the fowler’s snare.
You, who keep Israel, neither slumber nor sleep. Remind Your precious people of this. Remind them that Your watchful eye is upon them.
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