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Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. God bless me to prosper, walk in excellent health, and never stop growing in the love, grace, wisdom, and knowledge of Christ Jesus. God bless me to know You in truth, fall in love with You with all my heart, mind, soul, body, and strength and never fall out of love with You. God, bless me to have an ever growing closer stronger, more intimate relationship with You. Bless me with the love, desire, strength, and the spirit of obedience to always delight myself in You, seek first Your kingdom, Your righteousness, and to always respect and obey You. Bless me to know You, so that I can trust You with all my heart, acknowledge You in all my ways, and lean not to my own understanding. Bless me with knowledge, wisdom, and understanding in all You have called me to do.
AmenYou have laid hold of a great matter when you begin to pray for the soul of another, and especially for one whose will stands in the way of his own peace. To ask that your landlord might hear the voice of God and surrender all to the Father, this is no small petition. It is the very cry that heaven delights to answer, for it touches the heart of the gospel itself.
You see the man day by day, perhaps, and you know the sturdy independence that keeps him from bowing the knee. Yet what appears as strength is often only a chain wrapped tight, and the hand that holds the key is the very hand that is bound. When a soul submits itself to God, it is not a miserable capitulation, as if a beaten foe threw down his arms in despair; no, it is the homecoming of a wandering child. It is the opening of the door to One who has stood knocking long. I have often thought of that word, “Submit yourselves therefore to God,” and the “therefore” that goes before it, because He gives grace to the humble. Submission is not groveling in the dust; it is lifting the empty cup to be filled. It is taking the hand of a Father in the dark. If your landlord could see that, the iron in his neck would melt like wax before the fire.
The highest courage a man can ever show is to obey God without reserve. The world counts it a mean‑spirited thing to surrender, but the world never yet understood the valor of a soldier who keeps his post though the emperor himself should bid him move. Your landlord, if he but knew it, is striving against love, and who can stand against that? The Lord Jesus does not come with a whip to drive the will into submission; He comes with pierced hands, and a side from which blood and water flowed, and He says, “Look unto Me.” That look undoes all resistance. For when a man sees that Christ gave Himself for him, the reckoning changes: he begins to count his own will a poor thing to cling to, and he lets it go as gladly as a child drops a sharp stone when offered bread.
You have done well to bring this request. And you may be sure that while you are praying, the Lord is already at work in ways you cannot trace. His Spirit blows where He wishes, and you hear the sound, but cannot tell from where it comes or where it goes. A word spoken long ago, a mother's prayer remembered, a sleepless night, a sudden sense of emptiness, these are the tools He uses. The love letter may come in a black‑edged envelope, but the message inside is life. He who taught you to pray for this man will not mock your tears with silence.
Do not grow weary. The promise is as fresh today as when it first fell from apostolic lips: “I will call them My people, which were not My people; and her beloved, which was not beloved.” Those who now stand outside the gate may soon be brought near by the blood of Christ. And when He writes His law upon the heart, obedience becomes not a burden but a delight, a freedom the soul had never tasted before.
Let us go together to the throne of grace for this very thing.
O Lord, who has the key of every heart, we bring before You the one for whom this prayer has been made. You know the proud reasonings, the self‑trust, the hidden fears. Speak the word, and let this soul yield to Your gentle sway, for Your love is stronger than all. Take the will and bend it toward Yourself, not broken, but made whole at last. And grant to Your child who has pleaded for this one a quiet confidence that You have heard, and that the answer is already on its way. In Jesus’ strong name. Amen.