Every January, I print out my prayer list and put it in my Bible. The items listed include prayers for myself, and I’ll have to admit that those items are high on top. Next, I pray for my children and grandchildren, then family, friends, acquaintances, government, missionaries, police/sheriffs, doctors, teachers, employers, and even attorneys. I have attended a few churches since becoming a Christian at age 13, so I pray for each of them. I pray for my neighbors in the friendly cul-de-sac where I live, and sometimes I’ve been known to pray for the family pets. Routinely, I pray for the peace of Jerusalem (Psalm 122:6).
My list could go on-and-on, but I try to keep it narrowed down to one typed page. Of course I jot down more things throughout the year, spill coffee on important topics, and shed tears on others.
After a wonderful sermon by Pastor Jamie on Nehemiah 2:1-20 at Scottsdale Bible Church today, I went to the Prayer Garden. Through the open gates I walked and took the crooked path until I found my favorite spot, the water feature. From there I could meditate with the three crosses in view.
I wonder about the tiny prayer papers nailed to the crosses. They remind me of the papers poked in a little crevice at the Western Wall. I think about the people who put them there. I should pray for them. I’ve never put anything on the cross, other than my sin. I’m so thankful that Messiah Jesus, with His blood, paid the price I could not pay. My prayers are on wings taking flight to heaven, as some people say, “From your mouth to God’s ears.”
Upon leaving Scottsdale Bible Church’s lovely sanctuary of prayer, about an hour later, I unexpectedly met Simone Lake, a Christian speaker from Payson, Arizona. She told me, “I pray about everything!”
I’ve decided to keep my prayer list, but I can’t stop there. I was privileged today when asked to pray for Simone about her desire to go to the Holy Land. Imagine, me, being invited to pray with a devout woman of prayer. She said, “Come Pray With Me.”
Right now, I have an image in my mind of a picture hanging in Grandma and Grandpa Smith’s 1950s living room. It was Jesus kneeling by a rock, praying…and I think of the song written by C. Austin Miles, “In the Garden.” Some of the lyrics are: “And He walks with me/And He talks with me/And He tells me I am His own/And the joy we share as we tarry there/None other has ever known.”
We may go to the garden alone, but we don’t leave that way.
What happens when you pray? Do you sense an awareness of God’s presence ? What can I pray about with you? I don’t care how long my list grows…go ahead, tell me…I’ll pray with you.
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