Lord, Heal Our Land


Yesterday, as I prayed, so many things came to mind to pray about.

I had a deep devotional time in Mark 11, and I will write about that in another post.

I took a long walk.

A couple walked together, hand-in-hand, and smiling. Another couple worked together on a project on their back stoop. Children ran and laughed in the park.

Lord, knit Your families together.

I met a man on his walk, one from our church. We smiled and chatted, staying 6 feet apart.

Lord, build Your Body.

I saw a dad and son playing ball in the park.

Lord, turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest You come and smite the earth with a curse. (Malachi 4.6)

May there be tents set up in back yards, with giggles inside.

Birds were chitter-chattering, swirling in the air, tangling together; they know not that there is a virus.

Matthew 6.26 Look at the birds of the air. They do not sow nor do they reap, nor do they gather into barns, and your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?

All along the way, people walking or driving smiled and waved at each other, glad to see other faces.

John 16.33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

I stopped to visit with my husband as he worked at the Food Pantry. He goes in when the shop is closed, to restock. He’s been pretty busy this week; the goods are flying off the shelves.

Lord, provide for Your people. Bless those who are in need. Thank you for the workers who meet the needs.

I heard a child cry, and a father yelling. All is not happy and well in the quarantined homes.

Lord, protect victims of domestic violence. Lead people to give their anger to You. I pray You intervene, show where our hope lies.

Lord, as families are spending focused, concentrated time together, please bless the interactions. Give us a desire to see, to love one another. Give husbands and wives new eyes and ears to see and hear one another through Your heart. Provide creative ideas on how to spend time together, give us flexible hearts to participate in activities that may not suit individual tastes, but that bring joy to others. May we bring out more board games and card games; more neighborhood walks and hikes in nature; more authentic projects together; more helping hands and full hearts.

What does this do to

  • The crime rate
  • The suicide rate
  • The domestic violence rate
  • The sex trafficking rate
  • The abortion rate?

Lord, protect Your families; teach them to cry out to You.

Oh Lord God, You are doing a great work in these unique times; we are in Your Hands. May we keep our hearts turned toward You. May we look to You. We have sinned, Lord God. May we fall on our faces before You and repent. May we be cleansed of our sin and turn our hearts and our ways to be obedient to You. Isaiah 17.7 At that day shall a man look to his Maker, and his eyes shall have respect to the Holy One of Israel.

Psalm 60.1-5, 11, 12

O God, thou hast cast us off, thou hast scattered us, thou hast been displeased; O turn thyself to us again.

Thou hast made the earth to tremble; thou hast broken it: heal the breaches thereof; for it shaketh.

Thou hast shewed thy people hard things: thou hast made us to drink the wine of astonishment.

Thou hast given a banner to them that fear thee, that it may be displayed because of the truth. Selah.

That thy beloved may be delivered; save with thy right hand, and hear me.

Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

Through God we shall do valiantly: for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.

Alphabet Prayers


Grandpa was up early, as was his routine. He quietly finished his morning chores, careful not to wake his wife, then headed to the kitchen to turn on the coffee.

Next stop was the newspaper, just outside the front door. Before he shut the door, he glimpsed a ray of red shining over the eastern horizon. He liked all the seasons, but was grateful for the early summer sun.

Some hours later, the newspaper finished and a second pot of coffee simmering in its berth, he heard his wife stirring.

He entered the bedroom and helped her shift to a semi-sitting position before he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Here you go,” he said, offering her the warm mug with the straw.

She smiled. “Is this the dregs of the first pot, or have you made another?”

He waited a moment until he could correctly interpret her slurred speech, then smiled back. “Uh oh.” He grinned at her. “Busted.”

He sat with her, holding her hand, offering her coffee, and filling her in on the day’s news until hospice arrived to help her out of bed and accomplish her morning chores.

Later, in the living room, he reminded his wife that they were expecting their granddaughter and her little boy after lunch that day. Smiles filled their eyes as they anticipated the visit.

The visit was so fun! Little Caleb must have been schooled beforehand to be gentle with great-grandma. At one point, Caleb had been excused to go to the bathroom, but took a long time in coming back. Grandpa thought he would just mosey down the hallway and call in, see if everything was alright.

As he neared the bathroom, he saw the door was ajar. Caleb was on his tiptoes at the sink, washing his hands. Grandpa lingered in the hallway, listening. He could hear Caleb speaking, but couldn’t make out the words. As he continued to listen, he thought he might be saying his abc’s, but it sounded so respectful it must be something else. He saw that he struggled to turn off the faucet, so stepped in to help.

“You’re learning your abc’s, huh?” he asked as he turned off the faucet and handed Caleb a towel.

Caleb cocked his head. “I already know those, Papa. I can say ‘em easy.”

“Oh, I thought maybe you were practicing them just now.”

“Nope. I was praying.”

“Praying?” Grandpa could see the astonishment in his own eyes in the mirror.

“Yep. Mom said you and Nana need our prayers, so I was praying.” He handed the towel back.

“You pray with abc’s?” Grandpa could hardly wait to untangle the amazing mind of this child’s thoughts.

“Sure.” He looked his Papa in the eyes. “I’m not that good at praying yet, but God really is. I figure, if I just give Him all the letters, He’ll make the prayers with His Words. He’s really smart that way.”

“I have to agree with you, Caleb. God sure is smart that way.” He chucked his great-grandson under the chin. “I think you’re pretty smart, too.”

After the visit was over, and before his wife took her nap, Grandpa related the story of Caleb’s prayer to her.

“Why,” she whispered, “That’s just like in Romans.” He helped her slowly recite the familiar verse: “Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.”

Some mornings later, Grandpa knew before he opened his eyes that he slept alone. He reached for his wife’s hand, now cold.

“A, b, c,” he stuttered. “D, e, f….”

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First, I must say that the idea of alphabet prayers is not mine. Somewhere, perhaps on Facebook, I read a blurb like this, and my story is a reworking of whatever I read before.

Second, I must thank Stuart, who originally came up with the idea of an Alphabet Challenge. Please visit and read his story, then stay and be blessed by his other writings. Thank you, Stuart, for the nomination.

And I thank Amy from A New Life for also nominating me. Amy did an amazing job with her challenge, so please jump over to read hers – and stay to read some more amazing writings.

Here are the guidelines:

Acknowledge the blogger that challenged you.

Display the challenge photo or create your own.

Link back to this post so I can read yours

Create one post or multiple posts, as Stuart did, using a word that starts with each letter of the alphabet and share your thoughts on the word you chose and how it can be applied to our lives.

Be creative and have fun!

Nominate 7 (my favorite number) bloggers to participate.

I nominate anyone who knows their abc’s and who comes up with more creative ways to use this unique challenge.