Prayerful Pondering

by Pat Luffman Rowland

Category: prayer

  • Jesus.  Jesus.  Jesus. Sometimes that is the only prayer I have – and it is enough. When I’m waiting for an answer that doesn’t come and I know no more prayers to pray, I utter His name — Jesus. When the night is long and I can’t sleep, I whisper — Jesus. When I’ve lost…

  • In the stillness of this morning, I come to give You thanks.  For the air I breathe, and a body that still knows how to receive and use it; legs and feet that take me where I want to go; arms and hands that allow me to do necessary things, and enjoy so many things…

  • In the quietness of morning, I come to You. In preparation for the day, I meditate and feed on Your word. I come expecting to be restored and You grant it. I come trusting for guidance, and You provide. Your word is like water on a dry ground. It is like a dear friend’s smile,…

  • Father, there is a place inside of me that only You can reach.  A place where created is met by Creator.  And there in Your presence, I know that all is well.  It is only there that I can be sure that You are real and able, gracious and kind, loving and full of mercy. …

  • Father, when I become still at the end of this day, and think about how I spent the hours that have passed, will I despair of the little I’ve done that matters?  Will I have taken time to be with You, Lord, resting in who You are, thinking of Your wonder, knowing the sureness of…