With the Help of God My niece's baptism is this weekend, and for a Lutheran, that is a very big deal. In the faith of my family, baptism is the sacrament through which God enters our hearts and binds Himself to us. Although I know God has been with Rylie all this time anyway, baptism is considered the dawn of her spiritual life and the birth of her faith.
I've Missed You Years ago, when I first fell in love with You,nothing could silence our connection.The warm assurances we shared were non-stop.You were Everything. Everywhere. Always. Until...Explosive heart-break. Unfair loss. Pain.It was so scalding hot,not even You could console me.I see now that's onlybecause You are gentle and patient.
Toilet Talk A single request—excruciatingly simple:relieve me.The plumbing of a human beinghas pipes, valves and openingsworking in sync withfood I eat and liquids I drink.
Biological Clock Trying not to see it as some great mysteryor some kind of cosmic test, butjust give me some idea. Okay, a sign.Are we not meant to have children?We’re a loving couple, completely attuned to You;we’ve got money in the bank and a whole support systemof babysitters in...
Imagine a book club built around your prayer life — with no reading required! Pray Maker Lori Strawn and her friend Alice Shelton discuss spiritual themes and questions from literature and poetry, then top it off with a prayer from the Prayables collection. Listen our journey to find God between the pages of our favorite books. This week, Lori and Alice will discuss a quote from the novel
Thankful We’re selling our house. And no one is buying it. I’m not sure if you know what it feels like to deep clean your home at a moment’s notice with a screaming banshee toddler strapped to your calf, but it feels exactly like deep cleaning your home at a moment’s notice. With a toddler strapped to your calf. I’ve...
Perfect Unbelievable. Unattainable.My quick, loud words and selfish fearmake perfection seem as possibleas pigs in flight.Yet You are perfect,and in You, I feel what might beif only I could get closer.I will spend my life working for this.I see myself rocketing skyward,falling up like a freak of gravity.I may not ever be perfect,but my faith in You
Known There is no part of meYou cannot see.You know my guilt, joy,my fear and my hope.Your knowledge of my secretsfrees me from the weight of them.Your knowledge of my soulbrings me closer to You.You know me completely,and still You love me completely.
Question Why does everything happen to me?What do I do - when I don't know what to do?How much more can I take?What do I do - when I don't know what to do?When will it end?What do I do - when I don't know what to do?I give it to You, to intercede for my good.I love You! I worship You! I adore You!I do all this - I...
One Small Light Light is wisdom and learning.Light is warmth and shelter.Light is love and compassion.Light comes from You.Help me force back the dark.Help me spread learning and loving,home and hope.Let Your Light shine through meto brighten the world's dark corners.
If God Texted the 10 Commandments (1.) no1 b4 me. srsly.(2.) dnt wrshp pix/idols(3.) no OMGs.(4.) no wrk on w/end (sat 4 now; sun l8r)(5.) pos ok – ur m&d r cool(6.) dnt kill ppl(7.) :-X only w/ m8(8.) dnt steal(9.) dnt l...
Thanks to You I give You thanks for carrying me throughthe muckiest patches of life.Emerging with scratches, yes, but they pale compared to the faith-filled ferocity of my inner power.I give You thanks for bestowing within me the determination to stand tall- not back away
How Silently, How Silently "What's your favorite Christmas song?" When I am asked this question, I usually over-answer. I break it down into categories. How can I help it? How do you compare "Merry Christmas, Baby" to "
Holy Shmoly I was recently explaining my work at Prayables to a friend of mine, and he asked a question that I'm finding is surprisingly common. "You can write prayers?" I assured him that you could. "I thought you were supposed to just read prayers. Like from scripture or whatever."
Rendering I come to pray, but sit in silence. I am listening for You to talk to me.You whisper:Come, let go your heavy burdens.Raise up your weary arms,all the light and yearning they hold.Into my hands, rest your hunger and hurt.Believe all you seek is not beyond hope.Trust it is not outside your being.