Evening Prayer

Dear Jesus,

Tonight, may you look back at another year gone by, and praise the Lord for His goodness and faithfulness in your life. I thank Him for all He has given you this year – provisions, protection, healing and success. I pray for new breakthroughs from the Lord for the coming year. May new ideas, new things, and new relationships be revealed to you in the days to come. May God continue to mold and prepare you for great things He has in store. I pray for an excitement to rise within you, as God unfolds things you have not yet seen. May an abundance that you cannot contain come to you and your family. I ask that God will make every seed that you have sown throughout the year, grow and bear fruit.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Evening Devotional

Not Neglect

Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another–and all the more as you see the Day approaching. [Hebrews 10:25]

It's easy to get carried away with busy schedules and slip away from going to church. After all, there are only two days in the weekend. But don't let yourself forget the importance of church. Where will you go and who will you turn to in hard times? If you are already established in the church routine, you will find lots of support.

Christmas Notes: The New Year [Hope]

Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith.

[Hebrews 12:1]

Christmas carols have been sung, and now the New Year is on the horizon. Consider these beautiful verses written by Frances Ridley Havergal, the nineteenth-century British poet and hymn writer—as contemplation on the coming year:

Recommended Reading: Psalm 96:1-13

Another year is dawning, Dear Father, let it be,

In working or in waiting, another year with Thee;

Another year of progress, another year of praise,

Another year of proving Thy presence all the days.

Another year of mercies, of faithfulness and grace;

Another year of gladness in the shining of Thy face;

Another year of leaning upon Thy loving breast;

Another year of trusting, of quiet, happy rest.

Another year of service, of witness for Thy love;

Another year of training for holier work above.

Another year is dawning, Dear Father, let it be,

On earth or else in heaven, another year for Thee.

Lead on, O King eternal, we follow, not with fears. For gladness breaks like morning where’er Thy face appears.

[Ernest Shurtleff]

~ Dr. David Jeremiah ~

Morning Devotional

Daring to Hope

Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. [Lamentations 3:21-22]

Have you stopped daring to hope? At times, our hope in our dreams and plans on this earth to do great things diminish when we don't see a sliver of success. But don't let that stop you from believing in yourself. Remember, even though we may not see God, our hope in His love and grace is always there. Keep hoping no matter what.

Morning Prayer

“And we desire that each one of you show the same diligence to the full assurance of hope until the end, that you do not become sluggish, but imitate those who through faith and patience inherit the promises.”

[Hebrews 6:11-12]

Father God,

Another year is about to come to a close. Looking back, I missed some steps, I spoke when I should have kept quiet, and strayed from Your side a few too many times. Forgive me. If You should bless me to step over into this next year, I want to do better.

Amen

That Time of Year

[It’s that time of year!]

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

[ Lewis Carroll]

~ Amen ~