Now to Him who is able to do above and beyond all that we ask or think according to the power that works in us – to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations. Forever and ever. Amen. Ephesians 3:20-21
My words…
Praise
You created me with the ability to imagine. What a gift! In my mind, without breaking a mental sweat, I can picture a purple polka-dotted octopus, a talking tulip, and a boat with human feet. Weird, but fun. My imagination has taken me places which do not exist. There I am able to twist nature to suit my mood or need for escape. And it is there, deep in my imagination, I find You most often. I don’t spend imaginative energy conjuring images of You in the heavens. What you look like, smell like, and sound like don’t enter my mind. My limited abilities could never do it justice. I’m more interested in imagining what you do and what You think. When I delve into a deeper realm of thought and remove myself from my world, I am the starving student, and You are the generous teacher. I lean forward at my desk so not one word from You falls to the ground. When I rise to leave, I am filled with the longing to return. But You follow me, reminding me that the classroom is everywhere.
Prayer for me
Dallas Willard writes that we have a weak imagination toward You. I agree. I pray for a Samson-strength imagination, one empowered by Your Spirit to grasp the edges of Your power – the edges would be enough for me.
Forgive me
Forgive me when I neglect to praise You for doing, over and over, that which is beyond all I can ask or imagine. Forgive me for not gifting You as I should. I know I could never offer enough…of anything. But I could do more. A lot more.
Prayer for others
Father, there are those whose imaginations have been damaged by abuse, substances, abandonment, loneliness. They cannot imagine themselves as whole, fulfilled people with hope for the future. Spark their imaginations, Lord! Fill their minds with what could be when Your Spirit is working in them.
Thank You
Thank You for imagination. The cow, grazing in the field, has none. You blessed Your children with a place to go within our minds, a place where we will learn and yearn. A place where I meet You. Thank You!
More praise
I praise You, Lord, for Your imagination. You formed in Your mind the cherubim’s wings, the strength of gravity, the roar of thunder. And it happened. You pictured the velvety petals of a rose, the soft blue of a robin’s egg, the stinger of a hornet, and it was so. You are preparing a place for those who confess You as the creator of all these things. What will that place look like? I can only imagine.
