A Prayer for Prom Night Revisited

Lord,

Since I decided to write a devotional book,

I became curious about these prayer reflections that I write.

When did I start?

What has been the most viewed post to date?

So I looked through the statistics 

for this blog Almostdailyprayers.com.

The first post was shared on January 15,2014. Click here to read it.

It simply announced the launch of this blog of prayer reflections on scripture.

Wow, I  have been writing and sharing these for eleven years. 570 posts.

Not all of the posts have been my original work. I have shared devotional thoughts from others who have inspired me.

The most viewed post was first shared on Friday, April 8, 2016.

It was a prayer for prom night.

It has been viewed more than 6,760 times.

Wow!! Click to read the original here.

I share it again today because again it is prom season. My son's first prom.

So let us pray:

Lord,

It's High School Prom season in my community.

I pray for all youth this prom season. 

Thank you for the opportunity to celebrate beauty, to laugh and dance, to make memories. As we dress in our finest, let us also act the part of ladies and gentlemen. 

Keep all involved safe. Help us make wise choices, standing up to temptation with your power, living out our faith, and building good clean fun.

Watch over all those who are not going to prom either by personal choice, parent's choice, or not being invited - no matter what the reason. 

Give all a fun evening that no matter what we decide to do tonight, we may look back on this night with healthy good memories.

Amen.

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I remember Prom well and the choices that I faced. Perhaps my favorite memory is that my senior year prom date was a German exchange student. She wore a beautiful scarlet dress. What I remember most is that she was baptized the next day at the Episcopal church!

A Walk in the Woods

 It was, perhaps,

just a walk in the woods.

or, Lord,

was it more than that?

There was the hollow radi-tat-tat

high above from a dead tree

revealing a Redheaded Woodpecker.

I stood staring up in wonder

the vibrant red adorning the head,

the black feathers on the back, &

the white belly

all the while hammering away

at a dead tree.

I walked on

until a sort of scamper-slither

crossed the path.

Again I stopped to notice

a black lizard body

with stripes of bright blue and orange 

on the Skink standing still before me.

I walked on

until a tunnel of live oak branches dressed in resurrection fern

fringed with Spanish moss.

invited me down an aisle

to a sacred altar, a thin place,

where heaven and earth seemed to touch.

Yes, Lord,

it was a walk in the woods,

a sacred communion,

a holy time,

a deeper connection with fellow creatures,

a time to wonder

at your beautiful intricate web called,

Creation,

a masterpiece of the finest order 

by the oldest of artist,

you, O Lord.

I look forward to my next visit

to your gallery.

Amen

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This prayer was inspired by a recent visit to Skidaway Island State Park, Georgia.

Prayer on a Rainy Day

Pitter pat, pat, pat
goes the rain outside the window.
Lord,

It's a calming sound,
a sleepy sound,
a deceivingly peaceful sound.

For those same pitter pats
can quickly become a torrent river
washing away everything in it's path.
Just ask Noah,
or anyone who has experienced a flood. 

Lord,
today it's a gentle rain
lulling me to sleep...
Pitter pat, pat, pat.

When I wake,
the vibrant grass,
the budding flower,
the buzzing bee,
the singing bird
will greet me
awakened, anew, afresh,
on a Spring day.

For now,
it's the pitter pat, pat, pat
of a promise being fulfilled.
"For as the rain and the snow
come down from heaven and
do not return there
until they have watered the earth,
making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower
and bread to the eater,
so shall my word be
that goes out from my mouth;
it shall not return to me empty,
but it shall accomplish
that which I purpose
and succeed in the thing
for which I sent it."
--Isaiah 55:10-11

Pitter pat, pat, pat
Amen

Confessing Dumb Words

"Set a guard over my mouth, Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips." -- Psalms 141:3 NIV

Why?! Why? O Lord,
Why do I say dumb things?
As soon as it was out of my mouth,
I regretted it.

If it had been the first time
I said something dumb,
I would get over it.
I had hoped I had learned by now
to pause, to think,
to choose my words.

Forgive me, Lord.
May the other forgive me too.
Help me forgive myself.
Help me learn what the psalmist says,
"Set a guard over my mouth, Lord, keep watch over the door of my lips."

Yes, Lord,
make it so for me.
Amen.