Forty Days of Prayer V
My chronicle today is short.
Yes, I prayed. I tried to pray while I mowed grass but that was rather unproductive for me. I used to do that on the riding lawn mower, but with a push mower, I actually have to think lest I cut down something I’ll regret later.
And that got me to thinking–of course. My “everyday thinking” kind of stuff.
When I was very little, my Mom taught me to pray the bedtime prayer: “Now I lay me down. . .” and at mealtime, it seemed a long time before Mom let ME pray and again, it was a memorized prayer. “God is great. . .” When I was about nine years old, my grandfather, with whom we lived on the farm, encouraged me to memorize the Lord’s Prayer. I recall that he even rewarded me something for doing it. When I received Christ as my Savior at age 16, my prayer life changed to spontaneous, unmemorized prayer.
Using the Lord’s prayer as a model is not a bad thing, in fact, I do it every now and then by using the framework and it is uplifting.
With my desire to be specific for some element of freedoms in another every day during these forty days, I felt an urgency to pray for our Nation’s safety. That led to our men and women in uniform, and people in the administration who have oversight. And I thanked God that I was born in America! My parents were born in America but, my grandparents on my paternal side immigrated and my great grandparents on my maternal side also immigrated from Ireland/Germany via Canada.
I don’t know about you, but you know what? I REALLY to do love America. Knowing my heritage makes me even more thankful. Let’s keep our tact.
Oops, this wasn’t so short after all. It is my heart. I hope you all have a wonderful time of worship and praise on the Lord’s Day tomorrow.
Oh, and a link too: Such a blessing to me is what I read in a fellow blog this morning: