Father God,
I don’t know everybody
in my community. I don’t know their individuals needs. I only know they all
need you. I ask you to pour out the Holy Spirit on our community. I ask you to
reveal yourself in their quiet places. Get their attention in the way you need
to. Lord, I am not asking for you to do hard things to them, but I’m asking you
to be more concerned about their souls than their comfort. I’m asking you to
affect the temporal so they understand the importance and reality of the
eternal.
Lord, make my home a
place where people find you. I ask that my family would be an example of Christ
in our community. Invade our community through us. Love through us. Serve
through us. Give us creative ways to reach into their lives, and, Lord,
eradicate all fear from us that keeps us in our own home and out of theirs. Reveal
any fear that keeps us from being open to loving.
I ask you to create
divine appointments so we meet people. Give us insight into how to build
relationships, and during conversation, I pray we would listen more than talk.
Give us a deep love—YOUR love—for these people that you have put within our
reach. Help us to never forget our greatest mission field is right next door.
You placed us here to live you. Invade through us.
Show us anything that
prevents you from being everything in our community you want to be. Change our
hearts. Open our minds. Fill us with you.
Bless our community
for your glory and their salvation.
In Jesus name I pray,
Amen
BIBLE READING
Want
to change your life? Try Jacob’s approach.
Live
with excellence.Live in the blessing.
Be grateful despite the hardships.
Realize God is in the hardships.
Flourish anyway.
Genesis 32— 9 Then Jacob prayed, “O God of
my father Abraham, God of my father Isaac, Lord, you who said to me, ‘Go back
to your country and your relatives, and I will make you prosper,’ 10 I am unworthy of all the kindness and faithfulness you
have shown your servant. I had only my staff when I crossed this Jordan, but
now I have become two camps. 11 Save me, I pray, from the hand of my brother Esau,
for I am afraid he will come and attack me, and also the mothers with their
children. 12 But
you have said, ‘I will surely make you prosper and will make your descendants
like the sand of the sea, which cannot be counted.’”
Translation:
I know the promise. I *KNOW* the promise.
God in heaven, help me live it. I am not worthy, but you are faithful. I am
afraid of what might happen, but you promised. Despite my fear, you are
faithful, Oh God. You are faithful.But he replied, “Why do you ask my name?” Then he blessed him there.
I never understood that until today. What
he is really asking is, “Why do you even need to ask? Don’t you know?”
Just wow.
Genesis 33— For to see your face is like seeing the face
of God, now that you have received me favorably.
Translation:
“Your
receiving me with favor is such an obvious act of God, it is like looking
directly upon Him.”
Holy
God, may my eyes be opened to see your face in the blessings and favor you
bestow. May the kindnesses and mercies you give be so evident to me that I see
you clearly in them.
MEMORIZATION
Genesis 33
10 “No,
please!” said Jacob. “If I have found favor in your eyes, accept this gift from
me. For to see your face is like seeing the face of God, now that you have
received me favorably.”Today I want to remember…
For to see your face is like seeing the face of God, now that you have received me favorably.
I want to remember when there is favor,
there is God’s face, and remember, what we know by heart, the heart knows. I
want to always know…for to see your face is like seeing the face of God, now
that you have received me favorably. I always want to know the face of God.
BIBLE
STUDY/JOURNAL
I am lost in seeing your face in the kindnesses you give. I
am wondering how much of what has been called “attacks” that has left me
struggling mentally, emotionally, or spiritually is really my inability or even
my refusal to see your face. And, Lord, my heart is broken to think I could
miss your face. Holy God, forgive me. Forgive me for being so critical and
judgmental of what I think you should give that I don’t see how truly generous
you are. It hurts me to think you could be pouring out so much love on me and
me never see it because I’m angry that you aren’t what I want you to be or your
gifts don’t fit what I think needs to be your priority. Oh, God, I am sorry.
Forgive me. Open my eyes, Lord. Open my eyes. I want to see your face.
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