Tuesday, March 15, 2022
Lord, You see how I want to pray but often don’t know how or what I should pray for. It’s this way when life is good, the sky is blue, and birds are singing. It’s this way when the walls seem to be closing in. My mind is constantly bombarded with varying thoughts and ideas, coming from every different direction. So how do I process what is from You or what’s of my own making? My eternal enemy, the devil, throws out lies and half-truths, hoping something will stick. He’s sly, adding just enough truth to lure me to “just consider” his half-truth lies. It’s an old trick. Lord, may I be like the psalmist, who didn’t fall for this sham. “Help me keep from lying to myself,” he wrote. “Give me the privilege of knowing Your instructions” (Psalm 119:29). Your Holy Spirit dwelling within me warns me when the devil tries to unload a whopper on me. Equip me like You did the psalmist who ordered his soul to “[…] hide Your Word in my heart, that I might not sin against You” (Psalm 119:11). Knowing Your Word protects me and keeps me on the right path. Your Word knows how to handle a whopper!
Lord, we’re thankful You are our good Shepherd who watches over Your own. Amen.
THANKFUL 
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