Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name, Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. — Matthew 6:9-10
Dear Lord,
We're still hoping we'll wake up. We're still hoping we'll open a sleepy eye and think, What a horrible dream.
We are sad, Father. And so we come to You. We don't ask You for help; we beg You for it. We don't request; we implore. We've read the accounts. We've pondered the stories, and now we plead, "Do it again, Lord. Do it again."
Remember Joseph? You rescued him from the pit.
And Sarah? Remember her prayers? You heard them.
Joshua? Remember his fears? You inspired him.
The women at the tomb? You resurrected their hope.
The doubts of Thomas? You took them away.
Do it again, Lord. Do it again.
Most of all, do again what You did at Calvary. After Your Son lay three days in a dark hole, you turned the darkest Friday into the brightest Sunday.
Do it again, Lord. Turn this Calvary into an Easter.
Let Your mercy be upon all who suffer. Give us grace that we might forgive and faith that we might believe.
And look kindly upon Your Church. For two thousand years You've used her to heal a hurting world.
Do it again, Lord. Do it again.
Through Christ,
Amen.
Excerpted with permission from God Is With You Every Day by Max Lucado, copyright Max Lucado.
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