Recent Prayer Requests



Thank you, God, for little things that often come our way,

The things we take for granted but don’t mention when we pray.

The unexpected courtesy, the thoughtful kindly deed;

A hand reached out to help us in the time of sudden need.

Oh, make us more aware, dear God, of little daily graces,

That come to us with “sweet surprise”

From never-dreamed-of places.         By Helen Steiner Rice


Psalms 100:4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.

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     Don’t let your wish-bone take the place of your back-bone.

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Little Sonny walked six blocks to Aunt Susie’s house and said, “Thank you for the present you sent me.”  “Oh,” gushed Aunt Susie, “you shouldn’t have done that.  It didn’t amount to anything.”  “Yes,” Sonny agreed, “that’s what I thought, too, but Mom made me come here to thank you anyway.”

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Grandpa was a carpenter who volunteered to build crates to hold the clothes his church was sending to an orphanage in China.  When he finished building the crates, he helped pack them full of clothing and loaded them on the trucks that would take the crates to the shipping docks.  On his way home, he discovered that his brand new glasses were missing.  When he mentally replayed his earlier actions, he realized that his glasses must have slipped out of his shirt pocket and fallen into one of the crates.  Grandpa was upset because he would have to save enough money again to buy another pair of glasses.  “It’s not fair,” he told God as he drove home.  “I’ve been faithful in giving my time to your work, and now this happens!”  Several months later, the missionary from the Chinese orphanage came to speak at Grandpa’s small church.  The missionary thanked the congregation for their faithfulness in supporting the orphanage.  “But most of all,” he said, “I must thank you for the glasses you sent.  The Communists had just swept through the orphanage and destroyed everything, including my glasses.  I was desperate, because there was no way to replace those glasses.  My friends and I prayed earnestly about this situation, and then your crates arrived.  When my staff removed one of the covers, they found a pair of glasses lying on top.  They fit me as though they were custom-made.  Thank you so much for your generosity.”  The congregation was confused because they had not sent glasses with the clothes, but sitting quietly in the back of the church with tears streaming down his face sat Grandpa, who on an ordinary day was used in an extraordinary way by the Master Carpenter.  God can use us in ways we might not expect (Romans 8:28).