Jesus, today I have a problem. I envy everyone else’s life but my own. I mean, other people seem smarter, better looking, and healthier. They travel more, plan more, volunteer more, and laugh more. Basically, they whirl more. And I find myself standing alone, merely coughing in the dust that they stir up. I have fallen—yet again—into the trap of comparison.

Today I am praying for freedom from those comparisons, so that I can focus on the path You have created for me. There I know I will find my hope, my purpose, and my joy!

When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.”“Woman, why do you involve me?”Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.”His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”John 2:3-5 (NIV) I admit, Lord, that the Wedding at Cana is...

Lord, I have known You as my Savior most of my life, and yet I still do not put on Your full amour as I should. With the guidance of Your Holy Spirit help me to study and understand the Ephesians 6. I not only want to learn what is necessary to stand against the devil’s schemes, but I need the courage and strength to follow through.

For as the enemy knows his time is short and the world grows darker, I’ll need to be not only watchful but spiritually equipped!

Lord Jesus, I may not have all my prayers answered like I desire. Like all my health issues fixed. Or every friendship and family problem solved. Or even those new spring clothes I had hoped for. But what my soul desperately needed—in fact, my whole being cries out for—has been provided. Your tender mercies are new every morning. Indeed, Your compassions fail not. Great is Your love and faithfulness.

Lord, I confess that I struggle with doubts and at times a wobbly faith, and I can at times appear like a muddled mess when I’m trying to be a powerhouse of faith. You are so gracious, Lord, that a mustard seed of faith is all You require for miracles.

But I also know that the humble mustard seed can grow into a sturdy plant with the loveliest of yellow flowers.

Please, Jesus, grow my faith, make it bloom into something sturdy and lovely, and may it be valuable to promote the Good News of Your Gospel. Amen!

I love these verses, Lord! Yes, just as You promised, You gave us an empty tomb.
And mankind—from generation to generation—is still telling this miraculous story all over the earth. It is a truth worth telling, because it is a hope unlike anything else, offering victory over death and life eternal.

Lord, Jesus, may we all respond to this love gift with a resounding yes!

Dear God, on those dazzling nights when I consider Your heavens, I find it all so magnificent that I am overwhelmed with awe. And yet I see only a fraction of Your creation and only a glimmer of Your vast power to create it. I am amazed that You even consider mankind. And yet according to Your Word, You have made us in Your image. You have made us a little lower than the angels. You have crowned us with honor and glory.

Wow. I cannot understand such a privilege, such care. But I can praise You for it with all my heart, all my soul.

Jesus, I know You want us to have a childlike faith—a guileless kind of trust. But I have lived a whole lot, and I know too much. I have become tainted by thousands of troublesome and even brutal moments. How can I unsee all the sin—even my own? Regain my stolen innocence? Silence the cynical noise of this fallen life to receive Your Kingdom in such a simple way?

Jesus, I was surprised today to see my friend applaud her own character. And the many ways she had grown in her walk with You. How much she gives to charities and the list of her many good deeds. Is she about to be humbled for exalting herself? OR. Am I just envious of her maturity? How should I pray about this? Lord, if my friend is progressing in her faith, let me rejoice for her and grow along with her. If we are both in error in some way, let us know so that we might grow closer to You. For we both love You and desire to please You. Amen.

Dearest, Lord, You know how much I love planting trees, spreading seeds, and growing flowers. You know that about me, Lord, because You designed me that way. And I love it. But what I don’t love about me—which is my own fault—is the way I sometimes spread things that are not so beautiful. That is, ugly words. You did not design me to do that, I know.

Dear God, I know I was never meant for all the sadnesses that I’ve collected on this fallen earth. The grief. Disappointments. Failures. Betrayals. Unrelenting physical pain. The tearful list goes on and on and on.
But there is a glorious day coming—when You, Lord Jesus, will wipe away every tear from my eyes. No more death or mourning or crying or pain! What a day that will be when the old order of things passes away and life eternal with You is mine!

Jesus, You clearly said in Your Word that we are to follow You, but I keep hearing a new message. I am being told by podcasters and bloggers and social media folks that what will really make me happy it to follow my heart. But that cannot be right since You also warned us that the human heart is desperately wicked. I know from experience that when I followed my wishes and whims, the outcome was not good.