Lord we say a prayer today for:
Mary: for mothers with no one to rely on, left to raise your little one all by yourselves we ask the father to strengthen you. May you find little pockets of joys to tidy you over through the day and memories that wrap your heart with warmth through the night.
Joseph: for fathers who daily try to live an honourable life we ask that you give them grace and keep their hope alive. We pray that they do not die in shame, fear or regret. We pray that they like Joseph will always listen to your voice every step of the way.
Angels: for men, women and children who smile and lift the spirits of everyone around them. We ask dear father that they never grow bitter or weary. That with every day they see the dreams of their minds become a reality.
Herod: for individuals who lead us, but suffer from crippling insecurities and selfish desires. We ask that the sure mercies of David guide and keep our hearts in perfect peace as the years role by. We pray for them that you deliver them from the trenches of greed and power intoxication.
Shepherds: we pray for every labourer in the field working hard to keep it all together, working hard to keep the future alive. We ask for strength, for grace and joy untold.
Wise men: for individuals searching for the answers, looking for solutions. We ask that they may see the light of your word and embrace it with absolute surrender.
We pray that the light of your love will brighten our weary hearts as the year comes to an end. We pray this Christmas to serve as angels and inn keepers for the lost and down trodden.
Seeking to comfort my darling Caleb and to stay hopeful, I mumbled the words
“The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want, He makes me to lie down in green pastures ..” with each word I willed God’s presence to fill our minds like it did every night as we prayed in John’s tent.
Echoing through the murky, cold tunnels of the holding dungeons,”Cease your heedless prayers woman, your god has laid you down like sheep for slaughter and Hades will eat his fill of your filthy soul.” His voice filled me with fear.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Peter Abbey the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
I prayed the Lord my height to increase
a head taller I stood above my peers by morn.
I stood tall, my glory and flaws a public showpiece,
a head bent, I sought solace from dreams and dreads that had me torn.
I prayed the Lord my gait to straighten,
soon I took aristocratic steps on the streets of my youth.
I smiled in pride, they swore vehemently shattering my haven,
sober and dismayed, I sought solace from green eyed sleuths.
The Lord answered
Alas it came as a DIY package; His part was to deliver the package with clear instructions and a helpline to assist, my part is to assemble the structure.
I pray the lord my soul to keep,
my spirit to strengthen,
my mind to revive,
my body to restore,
I pray the Lord, O I pray…..
I praise the Lord my hope for peace,
my hope for valour,
my hope for lucidity,
my hope for health,
I praise the Lord, O I praise…
And when the ‘morrow comes
I lift my voice anew
One day at a time.
Written by Chioma I.N