This prayer comes from the section titled "Testing, One, Two, Three" in the book A Book of Payer by Stormie Omartian.
First the accompanying scripture:
Praise our God, O peoples, let the sound of his praise be heard; he has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. For you, O God, tested us; you refined us like silver.
Psalm 66:8-10 NIV
Lord, I don't want to wander around in the wilderness of life, going over and over the same territory because I haven't learned the lesson. I pray that I will always have a teachable heart that recognizes Your hand in my life and soaks up Your instruction. Help me to trust Your timing. Establish in me an unwavering faith so I will know that when I walk with You, even the refining fire provides the perfect light for the step I'm on.
One of the views from inside the lookout.
Just a brief line about my weekend with the Irish lass; I will tell more later. The house is quiet --a little too quiet. Even though the cats are happier and my nerves aren't on edge from me making sure she doesn't get into something she shouldn't and possibly hurt herself, I miss her. She lit up my life for those four days and showed me the world through new eyes.
Did you know that Cinderella's hair isn't blonde---that it's a bright purplish pink that the lass calls red? Yep, every one of her Cinderella pictures had that hair. One time I got the yellow marker out and colored the hair 'blonde'---she told me, "No, grandma!" and preceded to color over it with that precious marker.
No pictures of our time together yet--- hopefully later on this week.
Blessings to you as you begin this week.