40 Prayers for Perilous Times – Day 12
A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.Â
Swimming upstream.
That’s what it feels like, Lord.
I struggle to keep a forward momentum, a rush of icy water push-back.
Sometimes, Lord, I’m not sure if I’m making any progress at all.
My friends say they feel it, too. What was once so easy and clear—is now arduous.
Like swimming upstream in a murky river.
The dam has cracked and the waters are rising, but we aren’t home yet.
The Spirit unites God’s children, and I can see it in their eyes.
This shifting, this sifting.
It started slowly—almost imperceptibly—but now we can feel it, too.
Your people are reaching out to one another. We don’t want to journey alone.
I walked down the street yesterday and saw a man in the Jesus ball cap.
I had never seen him before, but I knew I had to speak to him.
To let him know we had Someone in common.
I think he felt it, too. We laughed like siblings, and it was nice, Lord.
A familiar face in this foreign place.
Journeying home.
You never meant for us to be alone, so help me, Father, to reach out bravely.
Open my eyes to those who are your hands and feet to this world in need.
Thank you for these well-timed friendships. I need them right now.
We are iron sharpening iron.
We are stronger together, and it’s too costly to let opportunities pass.
So lead me to knock on a neighbor’s door.
Lord, as it began, let us meet again in homes.
To pray together.
To break bread together.
To encourage one another.
Let us see tangible evidence of your Great Love.
Tonight, I pray for each one.
Lift them up tonight, Lord. Watch over them as they sleep.
Give them rest for the day ahead and let them know that, praise God,
We are not alone— and we never will be.
The heartfelt counsel of a friend is as sweet as perfume and incense.
