The Leaves Are Blushing

Another snap, taken on my walk this morning. It was 87 degrees here today but the trees know that it is time to rest, and they are changing for their long winter sleep despite the balmy temperatures.

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I prayed for Wayne today, on the way to work and on the way home, and I thought since others have been sharing their prayers for him I might as well do the same. It will also keep me motivated and honest about praying for him if I write it here(seeing as I want to pray each day of the week for him and this upcoming event) because it worked well last time. So here it is;

Lord you know how much I love words, and Wayne loves them too, but on Friday I am asking that he not have his own words in his mouth, I'm asking that you put Your words there. And that when he speaks, it will be with Your power and Your love. You helped Aaron and Moses when they stepped before Pharaoh to have the words needed to accomplish Your will, and You were with Peter when he addressed the people gathered outside on Pentacost. As You were with them, I ask You to be with Wayne. Speak to his heart, Lord. Let him know just how much he means to you this week. When everyone is pulling him six ways to Sunday and the pressures and cares seem to overwhelm him, remind him that it is not how many books he writes, not how many classes he teaches or how many people he helps that make him shine like no other in Your eyes. It is his self, the self that reflects Christ, the self that struggles to be like Christ that You love. Since there is nothing that he can do to make You love him less, there is also nothing he can do to make You love him more. Remind him of that this week, write it with Your loving kindness upon his heart, let him know in the marrow of his bones that if he never wrote again, never did anything of note again Your love would not change. Oh, Father let him really know that in his heart as well as his head. In Christ's name, Amen.