Your words…

My soul, praise Yahweh! Lord my God, You are very great; You are clothed in majesty and splendor. He wraps Himself in light as if it were a robe, spreading out the sky like a canopy, laying the beams of His palace on the waters above, making the clouds His chariot, walking on the wings of the wind, and making the winds His messengers, flames of fire His servants. Psalm 104:1-4

My words…

Praise

The human imagination: a testament of Your love for Your creation, the door through which I walk when I yearn to leave the tangible behind and enter a world populated by children with stronger faith. My imagination invariably saunters toward heavenly scenes. The sound of crashing waves and furious wind rushes unchecked since there is no boundary or border to stop it, yet there are pockets of serene silence. A triumphant shout shakes the heavens when one of Your beloved turns to You and begs, “Save me!” The heavens are ablaze with light. Not a speck of darkness can withstand the presence of Your radiance. The sweet breath of the Spirit fills the place. Armies of valiant angels wield their weapons to protect me and defend Your church against the Father of Lies. The martyrs and saints stand exalted around You. Your throne is infused with the praise of the trees, the waves, of the singing bird and braying animals, and of Your children. Jesus presents You with platters of prayers, and You fill Your ears and mouth with them – continually hearing and answering. You hold time in one hand and space in another, yet Your hands are not filled. I long to see You with my eyes. But for now, You reign in my imagination.

Prayer for me

My zeal is diminished when I endure long stretches of time trapped within my senses, forsaking the gift of my imagination. Some may claim no use for imagination, but I couldn’t worship You without it. Imagining what could be is not a sign of absurdity. When a child watches rain drops pelt the window and says, “Look! God is crying!”, her words are not folly. They are praise. I pray for that unfettered use of my mind.

Thank You

My imagination is one aspect of my free will, which is a powerful gift from You. It is the only way to see the unseen. It is the only way to envision history: the parting of the Red Sea, the fall of a giant, the crucifixion, resurrection, and ascension. So, thank You for that lens.

More praise

The Psalmist shared from his imagination, and his scene became Scripture. I love to picture You walking on the wings of the wind. When I ponder Your perfect qualities, Your boundless love, Your heavenly home, I cannot explain. I cannot prove. I can only imagine.

Your words…

He was manifested in the flesh, vindicated in the Spirit, seen be angels, preached among the nations, believed on in the world, taken up in glory. 1 Timothy 3:16

My words…

Praise

Praise to You, the Impossible. This prayer is not devoted to Your “impossible” acts, however glorious they may be. This time I don’t praise You for what you do but for who You are. You, the Holy Son stepped away from the side of Your Father who is All Love and entered a world embroiled in hate. Impossible! You traded the majestic shouts and joyful anthems of the heavenly hosts for the arguments, complaints, threats, and accusations of a clueless humankind. Impossible! You draped Your power with weak human skin, and in that skin You conquered death itself. Impossible! And that is what is so great about adoring You. For who would desire to worship a possible god?

Prayer for me

I am called to live my life with You as my example. The first word that comes to my mind: impossible. (Hello Satan.) I desire Your help and strength to declare that I am the daughter of God, and I have the Impossible living within me. Test me so I will grow to witness more of You in me.

Forgive me

Forgive me for not falling to my knees every day in awe of You.

Prayer for others

Today I pray for those who have lost their belief in the impossible. The stark, repulsive injustices of this world leap before their eyes like actors on a stage, distracting them from the lovely, awful, true story of the incarnation. Help them, Lord, to look beyond their possible existence and explore the Impossible.

Thank You

Thank You for being manifested in the flesh, vindicated in the Spirit, seen by angels, preached among the nations, believed on in the world, and taken up in glory!

More praise

Madeleine L’Engle writes that belief in the impossible is easiest for the very young and the very old. It’s true for me. As I age, my belief in the impossible grows. I have almost returned to the point of my youth. And for that gift, I give You all praise.