Father, I have a problem. It’s weighing heavy on me. It’s all I can think about, night and day.
Before I bring it to you in prayer. I suppose I should pray for those who are less fortunate than me. Those in this world who have hardly enough food for this day, and for those who don’t have a roof over their heads at night.
I pray for people with Covid-19, whose eyes fill with terror as they struggle for every breath just to live, and for those who are tormented beyond words by irrational fears, for those who have lost their jobs and have no idea how they will support their families, for those who struggle in loneliness from social distancing and for the first responders and other workers who are absolutely exhausted from taking care of others and their needs. . .
I also pray for families who have lost loved ones in sudden death, for parents whose children have leukemia, for the many people who are dying of brain tumors, for the hundreds of thousands who are laid waste with other terrible cancers, for people whose bodies have been suddenly shattered in car wrecks, for those who are lying in the hospital with agonizing burns over their bodies, whose faces have been burned beyond recognition.
I pray for the elderly who are wracked with the pains of aging, for people who are watching their loved ones fade before their eyes through the grief of Alzheimer’s disease, for those who are in such despair they are thinking of suicide, for people who are tormented by the demons of alcoholism and drug addiction.
I pray for children who have been abandoned by their parents, for those who are sexually abused, for wives held in quiet despair, beaten and abused by cruel and drunken husbands, for people whose minds have been destroyed by mental disorders, for those who have lost everything in floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, and earthquakes.
I pray for the blind, who never see the faces of the ones they love, or the beauty of a sunrise, for those whose bodies are horribly deformed by painful arthritis, for the many whose lives will be taken from them today by murderers, for those wasting away on their death beds.
Most of all, I cry out for the millions who don’t know the forgiveness that is in Jesus Christ… for those who in a moment of time will be swept into eternity without experiencing the saving power of Jesus by the cold hand of death. Oh God, I pray for them.
Strange…. I can’t seem to remember what my problem was.
In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen!
The Daily Encourager