There is no one like You. You are holy and set apart from everything. You, alone, are worthy. You deserve honor, glory and praise. You are our way-maker, our life-giver. You are the forgiver of our sin. You are the welcomer and lover of our souls. You are the light of the world. Without you, we waste away. You are a strong tower. You are our comforter. You save us. You dwell inside us. You make us your own. You are our God and we love you.
Father, forgive us for the many times we try to make our own plans. Forgive us for how frustrated we get with how this world is going. Forgive us for thinking that you are asleep at the wheel. Forgive us for responding to tragedy like we could be a better God than you. Forgive us for choosing fear over faith, worry over worship, anxiety over adoration, and confusion over communion.
Thank you for never giving up on us. Thank you for never slumbering or sleeping. Thank you for life, health, and strength. Thank you for watching over us. Thank you for your word, your truth that keeps us grounded in understanding how close you always are to us. Thank you for being in control of a world that can feel like it’s spinning into nothingness. Thank you for teaching us that your way is the best way. Thank you for allowing the words of our mouth and the meditations of our heart to be acceptable in your sight.
This world, this world feels crazy these days. If it feels like that to me, what must it look like to you, Oh my God. Yet, you knew this would happen. You are not surprised by these turn of events. You can turn them back around when you choose. Your hand upholding this world is my only consolation. You give perfect peace when war breaks out. You give greater faith when doubts weigh me down. You remind me to let Truth have the last word when the lies of the enemy seem to be all I can remember.
Would you, God, by your power and might, heal this land? This American land. This land that started off imperfectly because it was started like everything else was, by sinners. This land that writes on its money, “In God We Trust.” This land that for so many represents a dream yet for others represents a nightmare. Opinions divide us. Religion divides us. Racism divides us. Money divides us. Political affiliations divide us. It’s apparent, God, we need the Uniter. We need Jesus. This lackadaisical land, this weary world needs Jesus. This one need is what every person has in common, a need to be connected to You. And we know that the only connection to You comes thru Jesus. So, please God, grant people in this land the gift of faith.
The healing of this land, the unity of Americans can only become a reality when Your grace initiates and empowers us to carry it out. I could list out the problems to you, but you know them well. You see them every second. You weep over them moment by moment. And as much they grieve me, I know they grieve You infinitely more. While I struggle to manage, I have confidence that you are not sweating bullets on how to handle this.
You know the end. And thanks to your word, so do I.
So, though my heart screams “Come, Lord Jesus, now” I know that your heart screams, “Wait, dear daughter, there is more grace to be given now.” And for that, I rejoice. It was your patience that saved me and it will be your patience that causes many others to be saved. I will wait for you to heal this land.
I will cling to 2 Chronicles 7:14: “If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”
Lord, make me to see how spiritually bankrupt I am. Humility comes when I am constantly recognizing that I have nothing of value to offer to You. Nothing. I am a beggar at your feet at all times. You are the giver of all things because You are good and never because of anything good that I have done. If I want to play a role in Your healing of this land, I need to clear the stage of any idols that I am clinging to to make myself feel worthy. I need to see myself as the understudy who might be put on Your stage, but it is not something I should expect or feel entitled to. My serving should always be behind the scenes. You are the screenwriter, the director, the producer and the audience. You play all the roles and I am at your beck and call. Lead me to see that as a privilege and not a dismissal.
I am backstage, preparing to play my part in hopes of witnessing You heal this land.
Hear my plea, Oh Lord. Will you, God? Please, God. Heal this land! This land that certainly needs healing from abortion and divorce and same-sex marriage and poverty and racism and child abuse and child neglect, and child abandonment and let’s not forget the most important healing of all, healing from unbelief. Give us who believe, more faith to live according to your word. Give those who do not believe a desire to know You deeply and to be one with You. Give us who believe a boldness to share truth in love. Give those who do not believe a softness of heart and an awareness of their sin. Father, forgive your people and heal your land.
In the name of Jesus, I pray.