Sunday, September 18, 2011

With my hands lifted high.

It has been a few weeks since I have gone to church and this morning I was wanting nothing more than to surrender myself during worship. And so:

With my hands lifted high I praised my Lord. I thanked Him for His never-ending love and asked His forgiveness for my short-comings.

With my hands lifted high I asked Him to take my heart in His hands and give me some of His grace and love to share with others.

With my hands lifted high I asked Him to continue to guide my life in a direction that will honor Him.

With my hands lifted high I asked for His blessing over my family. For my relationship with my husband, for the safety of our children, for Miss E (always for Miss E), and for our lives to continue to be founded on our love for our God.

I am in the beginning stages of doing something I have wanted to do for years. I am terrified. I am excited. I am nervous and full of anticipation. I can't do it alone. I feel that this step can lead to an amazing ministry on my part and I can't help but look at all that can go wrong. I should be focusing on all the good that will come out of this journey. But it will not happen unless I am able to surrender it to the Lord and allow Him to take care of my needs. The number one need is finding someone to help me with the girls, and during potentially odd hours. So I am sending out a virtual prayer request. Please Please Please pray for me. Pray for the journey I am about to start and pray that I will find the right people to help me reach the end of the journey because I WILL NOT succeed without the gracious help of others.

So with my hands lifted high I send my prayer request to my Lord and I hope that you will join me in lifting up and praising our God.