Yesterday, the first of November, we prayed our husbands would hunger for God’s presence.
All day I whispered prayers of that nature. I prayed as the deer pants for flowing streams that our husbands souls would pant for God, thirst for God, the living God. That they would seek Him while he may be found and let every hope be in Him.
I prayed God’s word would be alive and active sharper than a double edge sword. That men would search out scripture to find His presence.
I prayed that God’s presence would be accessible. Easy to spot, recognizable in the distractions of the world.
I prayed in faith and trusted that God would hear my prayers even as I didn’t know what to pray.
I love the Lord, because he has heard
my voice and my pleas for mercy.
Because he inclined his ear to me,
therefore I will call on him as long as I live.
Gracious is the LORD, and righteous
our God is merciful.
The LORD preserves the simple;
when I was brought low, he saved me.
Return, O my soul, to your rest;
for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you.