9 more things to pray

Yesterday I started sharing an outline for God-centered prayer.  I gave you two points out of 11, so here are the other 9:

3. Give Him glory as creator, protector, benefactor and ruler

  • Praise God as the artist and engineer who has designed the most beautiful and complex creatures.  
  • Worship Him for the protection placed around you at all time that you often take for granted or speak of as if it’s lacking.  
  • Acknowledge Him as the only provider of grace and goodness in your life.  
  • Bow to Him as ruler; as King.

A couple of things to pray

So…it turns out all I pray about is me.

I pray for what I want. I pray about my sin. I pray about my friend’s needs. I pray for those I love who don’t know God. I pray for wisdom for my life. 

All good and important prayers, but, but until about two weeks ago, it had literally never occurred to me to pray to God about God.

I was reading some of Matthew Henry’s writings on prayer and it kind of messed me up.  (He’s a puritan, so, as you can imagine he is pretty intense about prayer).

The Lord only knows (literally)

Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;

His understanding is beyond measure.

I wish so much that as I read that verse I felt my heart tremble inside my chest with delight and fear.

I want faith in that verse to change me.  I want it to unclench my heart and loosen the grip I have on the plans for my life.

knowledge

That verse is about my God.

He’s great.

He has power just overflowing from His essence.

And you could compare His understanding to the vastness of the universe and you wouldn’t get close to its limits.

Show me something

I’m listening to John Hiatt’s Have a little faith. 

It reminds me of my favorite moment in my favorite show.  An athiest character appeals to God to in a moment of desperation to prove Himself; to ‘show him something!’

We all have moments where we slap a hand on our heart, and look heavenward and demand that He ‘show us something.’truth

We all have moments when He does. He answers us in the splashiest and most obvious of ways.  He delivers us from the darkness around us.

And we chalk it up to coincidence. And we forget.

Miracles happen.

This morning, I sat in a session at the Verge Conference, and listened to a woman named Jo Saxon speak.

Five minutes into her talk I felt a weird tugging in my heart.  Her voice was familiar to me; not like, I‘ve heard her speak before, but kind of like did I know her in another life?  She felt…dear to me; precious somehow.

And then I felt a suspicion creeping into my heart: is it possible?

Is it possible that the woman I wrote this story about TEN YEARS AGO, is Jo Saxton?   

In 2003 I sat at my computer and wrote these words: