Come With Me for Your Good

By Belinda


I've wanted to post this excerpt from a prayer from The Valley of Vision, since I read it in December, I loved it so much. But this seems the perfect time to share it. 


As Paul and I prayed this morning at breakfast, I thought about how easy it can be to sink into a kind of meanness of spirit if you are not careful, even over something innocent. I am all too prone to that, and so the prayer inspired me. Here it is:

May I render my profession of the gospel not only impressive, but amiable and inviting. 
May I hold forth the way of Jesus with my temper as well as my tongue,with my life as well as my lips 
May I say to all I meet,  
I am journeying towards God's given place, 
Come with me for your good... 
May I be in character and conduct like: 
the dew of heaven 
the salt of the earth 
the light of the world, 
the fullness of the fountain...
May I see all things in a divine light so that they may inform my judgement and sanctify my heart.

Comments

Susan said…
And may I always remember and be ready to say, "I am a bunny eater too." :)
11:22 PM
Belinda said…
Amen! :)
7:24 AM
Marilyn said…
Lovely prayer. It gets away from us, the vision. Prayer reconnects, reminds, restores, reignites our passion to be and do all these things.
1:50 PM
Dave Hingsburger said…
Susan, I have to say I don't follow!
3:32 PM
Belinda said…
Dave, no wonder! It must sound very funny, especially to a vegetarian. I think that I must write a blog post to explain.
7:13 PM
Susan said…
I think you did write a blog post. A long time ago. Didn't you?
9:00 PM
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