As I was driving to work this morning, the person behind me honked as I was waiting for a pedestrian to cross the street at a marked crosswalk. I was still fuming and telling myself that I wish I could have told them what I really thought as they pulled into the parking space beside me. Fortunately, I had just heard Mitch Randall’s sermon on Daniel in the lions’ den the day before. With that said, here is the prayer for the week:
It seems like I’m always in the lions’ den.
I tell myself that I’m Daniel,na man of faith who was slandered by the envious,nthe righteous one who was unjustly attacked by his enemies.
I can fool myself, Lord,nbut surely I’m not fooling you.
Most of the time,nI’m one of the lions. Ready at any time to open my mouthnto tear down,nto hurt,nto wound,nto destroy.
And when I lack the ability to shut my own mouth,nplease shut it for me,nuntil it’s filled with wordsnthat proclaimnjustice,nhealing,nmercy,nand love.
Then, loosen my lips,nso that the stream of mercy and lovencan flow from you, through me,nand transform the lions’ denninto a sanctuary of your grace.