Prayer for joy and peace when discouragement lingers.

One lone sparrow.

So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.

Matthew 10:31 NLT

I am feeling discouraged already. I desparately need the fruit of God’s joy and peace already. There is no real reason why. However I can not let this define my day and must stamp on this attitude now.

If you are feeling discouraged or disheartened today, pray for God’s peace and joy and see what happens.

Dear Jesus,
Thank you that you love me,
And that I am worth so much to you.
So much you died for me, taking my place so that I can live.
Discouragement is lingering,
Trying to seep into my bones,
My inner being and Spirit disturbed.
This is not what you want,
And I cannot let this define my day.
Please keep your armour on me and fill me with your peace.
Let this day be filled with testimonies of your love,
Laughter and pure joy.
I don't know what my day holds,
But one thing I know is that
Jesus, you will not leave my side.
So through you spirit today.
Keep me on your narrow path
Radiating your light to all that I pass.
Amen

A prayer not to just make it through Monday.

I constantly seem to wish my life away to the weekend. Monday I normally label “make it through Monday”. But life shouldn’t be about making it through the day. It should be about living, embracing life and dropping the labels. My Monday today isn’t defined by making it through the day.

Dear Jesus,
I have already woken up feeling like I just need to make it through Monday.
This is not right and I don't want to wish my life away.
The news is doom and gloom,
My energy levels low.
Before my day starts, let me take rest in you.
Restore me,renew me, refresh me.
Bless me with joy,
Give me energy, passion,
And a heart for you.
Let my day be led by you.
Help me to share your love today,
Spread your joy and enjoy my day.
Work,play and family time,
Let it all be to glorify you.
Amen.

Don’t let autumn steal your joy.

Whatever normal is, it still isn’t here. Stuck in a pandemic with a new season approaching. COVID has made the year go fast and it won’t stop the year changing seasons. So for people like me who love summer and can feel it slipping away here is a poem to help us cling to joy.

It's only late summer,
August not quite ended.
So why am I letting it bother me so?
Stealing my joy with autumn pending.

The nights are getting longer,
The daylight hours shorter.
Counting down to the shortest day,
Instead of making the most of the sun,
And all the fun it brings.

Leaves are turning golden brown,
And falling all around.
The summer heat fading fast,
Faithful when in need.

There is no reason I should feel this way,
Doom and depression,
try seeping into cracks.

Seasons come and seasons go,
But my God remains the same.
So faithful,providing joy,
My strength,my hope,my all.

Whatever the season,
Jesus fill me with your joy.
Let the dark fade to dust,
And light shine all around.

Let the reds,golds and browns of autumn leaves sparkle,
Let them crack and snap as we snuggle and jump on them.

May the crisp air bring the stars,
Lights leading us home,
As we countdown to Christmas,
Celebrating your birth.

Summer,autumn,spring And winter,
Jesus your our only king,
With us every day, helping us find the way,
And providing limitless joy.

Your still my God

Your still my God,
You never change.
You bring me peace in the chaos,
Your strength is my joy.
You wipe my every tear.

You are my God,
Anytime of the day,
Day and night you never leave.

You love me so much,
You sent your Son,
To take my place
And fight my battles.

I am not alone your Spirit guides me,
In the pain, in the fun your always with me.

You love is limitless,
Your patience abounding.
Sharing all my ups and downs.

The world may feel like it's losing control,
But in my life your always be in control,
You are still my God and will always be.

Prayer – hope in what seems hopeless

Life seems cheap at the moment. There is coronavirus, racism and now explosions. Unemployment is rising, people are still being expolited and there seems little joy in this world.

Dear Jesus
You are our hope.
You are our hope when all seems hopeless.
Your name is power and freedom,
Let people turn there eyes to you.

We pray for strength for all emergency service workers today.
Comfort the broken hearted,
Heal the sick and injured,
Bring peace to the angry,
Forgiveness to the bitter.

Your name is power and nothing is impossible for you Jesus.
Show the world your impossibleness today and let all the glory go to you.

Amen

This is song in my head this morning, by Rend Collective – your name is.power https://youtu.be/sqAmWSfRUqM

Prayer for joy.

Dear Jesus,
You are my rock,
My king, my heart.
You have my attention.

Please bless my day with hope and joy.
May peace flow and mercy reign in my being today.

Let work be peaceful and protect my mind and tongue.
May my words be kind, encouraging and bring your joy to all around me.

In a virtual world let me spread your joy faster than my broadband speed.

In this pandemic you are my hope.
Let me find joy in the news and hope for a cure.
Please Lord Jesus, let this virus flee at your command.
Let the doubters stand in disbelief by all your about to do.
Let your joy surround the earth and all the praise go to you.

Amen










A walk to refresh our views.

Petworth, Sussex, July 2020

A weary soul in need of rest
A walk with God in the countryside
A short drive to the south downs
To walk and take in nature.

Our walk around Petworth
Starts inside the town
Historic and dramatic,
The walls of the estate,
proudly standing tall.

Into the country we go,
The rolling hills and woodland,
Breathing in the beauty,
Resting in the woodland shade.

The thing about nature,
Is you cannot compare yourself to it,
There is no jealously from flower to flower.
You accept the individuality,
And find the beauty within.

With nature there is no black and white,
No discrimination but lots of diversity,
You accept each flower, tree and animal,
Not ovethinking,
Purpose and individuality.

Sometimes our souls
Just need to be refreshed,
And we need to look at others like we look at nature.
No judging just accepting
And let God do his thing
By his Holy Spirit,
Let us be creative
So we can accept indivuality
And blossom and bloom like nature.

L. T July 2020

“In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.”

Alice Walker

Hope and joy, no dry bones.

Listening to the news it's hard to to see the joy,
Self employed with no income,
Redundancies becoming abundant

A pandemic is still real,
People getting sick
A virus that shouldn't exist,
Taking too many lives.

People already sick,
Not getting the treatment they need,
The grieving not being able, to say goodbye to loved ones,
Mourners at a graveside not allowed to hug.

Nurses exhausted, a country on its knees,
The government trying to do its best while sleeping comfortably in their beds.

It's hard to see the joy,
A hope, an end in sight.
When will our country realise,
It's not about us?

It's about a God that is real,
That wants to heal each breaking heart.
A God that is next to you,
Waiting to be seen.

A God that won't let our spirits be crushed,
A God that understands grief.
A God that sent his Son to die,
So that we can live.

If your unsure,
You may or may not believe,
struggling in a pandemic,
with hearts and bones drying up.

Try calling out to God today,
Accept his Son loves you to the cross and back.
Ask for joy and hope today
I think your be surprised
At the answer you will get.







Refresh us we pray.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit.

Psalm 51:12

It’s pretty soggy here today in sleepy Sussex.

The rain is gently tipping and tapping on the conservatory roof. There is the heavier sound of dripping, plop, plop, plopping running of the roof. My house using nature for the percussion section of the orchestra.

I love listening to the rain and like many have been feeling tired, weary and run down for a few weeks now.

The gorgeous hot weather we had in spring, in true British fashion has disappeared as it is officially summer. We are allowed outside but we must find the umbrella.

As the rain taps away and the colours of the garden come to life. I think about my inner being and how I need to be refreshed once more.

I am still close to Jesus. He isn’t far away. However at time like so many at times I become distracted by life and my soul can feel dry.

So in my busy day, of work I have to do. I will make time to sit, chill and ask to be refilled. For Jesus to come close and refresh and restore me once more by his Holy Spirit.

Dear Jesus,
Fill and refresh us today with your Holy rain.
Your Spirit that brings such fruit and fills us with joy.
Let us be patient with one another in such difficult times.
Let us feel your love and share it with others.
Prune our souls so our gentleness, peace, kindness, faithfulness and self control is a witness to you.
Let us lift and support each other through your example to us and no other as we live today for you.
Amen.

Tuesday’s not Monday

Tuesday’s not Monday
At least we have made it past that.
The sun is clouded
The day outside is dreary.

In our hearts
It’s up to us how we shine.
Do we share our sparkle today
Or act all grey.

One thing is sure
Whatever the weather
Whatever the storm
We stand firm in our anchor.

Each step we take
We walk with Jesus
From opening an e-mail
To our Microsoft team meetings.

We may not be able to say his name
But Jesus is in our smile
Our hearts and words
As we spread our encouragement
Throughout the day.

Let us not be grumpy
But full of joy
Whatever the circumstance
And spread some smiles today.