MY PRAYER: Father,
Now that I have spelled out
The exact nature of my behavior,
And have written it down,
I feel naked and completely vulnerable.
Reviewing it gives me a feeling of relief,
But it also makes me feel insecure and ashamed.
Now that I have brought to light
My deepest, most intimate secrets,
I fear the ridicule, condemnation, and rejection of others.
Perhaps I will even be mocked by my confidant—
The person I have chosen to be my confessor—
Just like I have been betrayed by so many others.
I know this is not a realistic fear,
But the thought of it creates anxiety in my heart.
I know You have forgiven my self-defeating behavior,
But humans are rarely as gracious as You are.
Please prepare the heart of my friend—
The one I have chosen to reveal my past to.
When I expose myself completely, hiding nothing,
I pray that Your love and acceptance will be
What I experience and not the reprimands
Of a person who has become self-righteous—
Someone who cannot or will not
Understand and accept me, exactly the way I am.
Father, I have worked diligently and come so far.
Help me continue to be vulnerable and forthright,
Which I know is Your will for my life.
Stand with me, Lord, so that I can
Boldly state the exact nature of my misconduct,
With humility, casting aside my fear of being censured.
Heal me in all of my broken places and relieve
The burden of guilt I have carried for so many years.
Free me to walk into the future unencumbered.
Free me to become the person You have created me to be,
Jack Watts


MY PRAYER: Father,

The darkness has lifted—

Darkness permitted by You

To refine my character,

Purging each of my childish ways

And making me more like

The man I’m supposed to be—

The man I’ve always wanted to be.

In the midst of my despair,

When at night I longed for the day,

And in the daytime desired it to be evening,

When sorrows made it difficult to breathe,

You were always there beside me,

Even when I was certain You were not.

As fear relentlessly rattled every fiber of my being,

You continued transforming me from the inside out—

Ever mindful of my frailties and weaknesses.

You purged, pruned and cleansed me from within,

Making me into a far better version of myself

Than I have ever been.

Then, one day, as I waited for my debilitating gloom

To return, which had become my daily routine,

It was gone—vanished like it had never been present—

Leaving me stronger, more resilient, and far wiser.

My purpose also returned to me, along with my smile.

I embraced life with renewed enthusiasm—

No longer chained to my heartache—

No longer imprisoned by my distress.

Now, having been elevated to a higher plateau,

I can thank You for making me a new person—

With estimable character qualities I considered beyond reach,


MY PRAYER: Father,
For those who wait patiently for You,
For those who come to You for guidance,
Rather than taking matters into their own hands,
You promise they will mount up with wings like eagles—
That they will run and not grow weary—
That they will walk and never faint.
In the depth of my despair, in my intense heartache,
Your promises seemed to be ethereal and remote.
They also seemed so obscure and unattainable,
That I was certain they were beyond my grasp.
I didn’t consider them to be real or tangible.
They felt like nothing more than sappy, poetic platitudes.
In my pain and heartache, which at times was so intense,
All I wanted was relief from suffering I thought was endless.
I begged You to answer my insistent demands,
Which You never did, adding to my distress.
I felt so unloved and abandoned—even by You—
That it magnified my pain tenfold, perhaps twenty.
Now, I realize You did answer me. You simply said, “No.”
You loved me enough to prevent me from suffering
Negative consequences that were not in my best interest.
In my disquietude and short-sightedness,
I couldn’t understand or discern Your will, but now I can.
Because I chose Your path, instead of my willful
Self-destructive vices to ease my pain and discomfort,
You have brought me to a higher plateau—
To a place where I am now capable
Of mounting up with wings like an eagle—
Just as You promised in Your Word.
Because You restore the years the locust have eaten away,
I feel refreshed and invigorated, with a determined resolve
That has increased my energy dramatically.
As my strength and faith continue to abound,
I feel empowered to run and not grow weary.
Thank You for refusing to honor my foolish demands,
Which would have caused me more needless heartache,

Heavenly Father,
As an indebted nation, we come before You
On this Memorial Day weekend, to honor those
Who paid the ultimate sacrifice for us to remain free.
We want to express our gratitude in a reverent way
That doesn’t seem trite or without proper deference.
Despite our desire, there are no words that are adequate—
No expression of appreciation that equals what
These mighty men of valor have done for us,
Since our nation’s inception in the eighteenth century,
But we understand it is our duty and our privilege to try.
Therefore, with profound respect and a full heart,
Along with misty eyes, we bow our heads in reverence
And thank You for raising up so many warriors over the years—
From the time of the Revolution to our destructive Civil War,
From the two World Wars to the Middle Eastern conflicts.
Let our warrior’s sacrifice be a perpetual reminder,
Etched indelibly in our hearts, that the price of freedom
Will always remain high in our dark, depraved, and fallen world.
From the beginning, You put it into the hearts of our forefathers
For America to be a “City on a Hill” for the entire world to emulate.
So, let us pause on this special weekend when summer begins
To remember those who died, that we, the living, might continue
To answer the perpetual call to fight for freedom and righteousness
For the American people. In Your graciousness, Father,
You have allowed our generation to remain free and prosperous,
And we thank You for each of our numerous blessings.
We owe every bit of the abundance we enjoy to You and to those
Who gave their lives that we might continue to champion
Our forefather’s vision for what America’s future would be.
Thank You for Your continued blessings upon our great nation.
As we reflect upon the sacrifice of others, let us never forget
Everything that has been required to make the United States
The greatest nation in the history of the world,
Jack Watts




MY PRAYER: Father,

As I thoughtfully look about,

Appraising my circumstances,

Which are not what I desired—

Not at all what I had planned—

I don’t understand where You are leading,

Nor do I understand why I must travel

This difficult path in isolation—in solitude.

I wanted my life to be so different—

To be easier and more carefree—

But this has not been my experience.

As I see the smiling faces of others—

Those who talk about You as if

They know You intimately but are shallow—

I wonder why their lives appear to be

Free from disappointment and conflict,

While mine has been so stressful and taxing.


I wonder if I will ever experience joy again?

Father, tell me, when will Your pruning hand

Be finished with my character transformation?

When will I awaken from the darkness of despair,

To a bright, sunny day, filled with hope and promise—

Free from sorrow—free from loss and pain?

When will You strengthen me in a mighty way?

When will You say to my enemies,

“This is my child—my beloved offspring—

Whom I have fortified and established.

Let all who criticize know that it is I—

The great ‘I Am’ who has done this work in him.”


Father, I know You are in charge—

That You have numbered my days—

And my future is in Your hands.

It is within Your power to change everything—

To allow my life to have more meaning than it has.

Please finish Your redemptive pruning quickly,

So that I can withstand this swirling wind,

Along with its foreboding and menacing clouds,


MY PRAYER: Father,
Sometimes, life can be so complicated.
Doing the right thing seems easy enough,
Until it comes time to do it,
When the dread of adverse consequences
Becomes an overwhelming apprehension.
My heart yearns for life to become easier,
But this certainly has not been my experience.
What makes me so special that my journey
Has to be filled with so many difficult impediments?
Why can’t things go smoothly—just for a while?
Why me, Lord? Why me? Why? Why? Why?
I don’t want to sound like I’m whining,
But I know I am. I’m complaining because
My shoes are too tight, while many go barefoot.
I know I should be more grateful, patient, and accepting,
But I want a respite from my numerous travails.
I want despair and sorrow to be removed far from me.
The “Be warmed and be filled” crowd of Christians
Smile and offer meaningless, glib platitudes,
While I nurse wounds that I fear will destroy me.
I want to serve You with gladness and joy,
But I have no sense of hope within me—
Nothing that can sustain me for more
Than a few fleeting moments at a time.
I do not want to be a disingenuous automaton,
Pretending everything is lovely and joyous,
When I know so many things are dreadfully wrong.
My days, which are numbered by You,
Are passing before me, and it all seems
Like such a terrible, meaningless waste.
Intervene, Lord, and allow me to know
Joy and gladness once again.
Fill my days with peace and purpose,
So that I can tell other of Your fidelity,
And be completely honest doing so.
Don’t leave me in this dismal, pitiful situation,
Lest my sorrows become overwhelming and destroy me,

PRAYER: Serving Others




MY PRAYER: Father,

Allow me to serve others

With gladness—Never keeping score,

Always giving, never expecting to receive.

Allow me to give of myself,

Give of my talents and of my goods,

Give of my time and of my energy,

Give of my heart and of my soul.

Help me understand the needs of others,

Never criticizing,

Never demeaning,

Never scolding,

Never condemning.


You have been so gracious to me,

Always Loving,

Always forgiving,

Always restoring—

While never chastising me for my waywardness,

Even though I have been wrong

More times than I can remember.

Father, keep a critical spirit far from

My heart and further from my lips.

Allow me to serve others with gladness,

With compassion and tenderness,

Never diminishing their value as my price for caring.

Let me extend mercy to the brokenhearted,

Just as You have done so often for me,