Sunday, January 12, 2014

Monkey Wrench Prayer


Father God, this morning I pray for your people.
I pray for those who are getting up, getting ready and attempting to move toward your house this morning. Sometimes is it so hard to get to the house of the Lord on Sunday morning.
Both our flesh and the enemy wages fierce battles on Sunday mornings—causing tempers to flare, and annoyances to heighten. The enemy strategically plans to disrupt routines.
This morning I ask for covering for your people. For your women who are up and getting ready this morning I ask for your peace to prevail. I ask for your words to rise in hearts this morning.
We have been called to enter your gates with thanksgiving and your courts with praise, but I know, Father, there have been so many times I have had to plaster a smile on my face between the car door and the church entrance. There have been many times I have had to shove down the ugliness that mounted in my heart from the time the alarm rang until I arrived at your house.
This morning I ask for a hedge of protection. I ask that spirits would be attune to the gentle proddings and nudgings of your Spirit. I ask for a greater measure of patience and a larger threshold of tolerance for little things that in the long run will have no bearing on the day.
Father, let mothers set aside the issues that don’t matter today. Today it doesn’t matter about matching socks or whether it’s sugared cereal or wild hair or even surly attitudes—just help them come to your house this morning.
I pray that you would thwart the enemies’ plans and schemes today. I pray for the proverbial monkey wrench to be thrown into his attempts today. And that wrench today is prayer.
I pray instead that your people would lift their voices asking you for your Presence. I pray instead that your people would ask for you to reveal yourself. I pray instead that your people would seek you. I pray instead that your people would set aside all the weights that hinder them this morning and they would enter your house expecting to see and hear from you.

Thank you, Father. Thank you.

Amen

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