Pillow Prayers 12

I share this 12th and final set of “pillow prayers” from Patsy Clairmont because a) my words aren’t this good, and my thoughts, much too dense these days; and b) I think some of us, including me, need to have material like this for our own prayers.

Omega, I’m relieved that You have the final say…  In life, work, relationships, politics, wars, and death.  Not that I don’t question Your ways and Your timing, . . .

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Wonderful counselor, speak your words into my spirit.  Loose me from my shallow routines.  I keep falling headlong into the pit of habit.  I want to change, but I need a Samaritan’s hand to pull me out of this familiar pit.

Perhaps I need a holy jolt.   . . .

© 2005 Patsy Clairmont, published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

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Pillow Prayers 11

I post these “pillow prayers” from Patsy Clairmont because a) my words aren’t this good, and my thoughts, much too dense these days; and b) I think some of us, including me, need to have material like this for our own prayers.

I long to leave a rich history, footprints for others to follow.  Speak life into any barren agendas I have, that they might bring forth pleasing fruit.  I realize I can do the right thing for the wrong reasons.  Purify my infected motives.

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Friend of sinners, I’m pacing.  Harsh words spoken by another keep replaying inside me.  Help me not to obsessively rifle through the conversation in search of more than was there.  Protect me from coddling pride as if it’s my best friend.

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Holy Renewer, I’ve pushed toward deadlines and other people’s expectations.  Now I’m spent.  I don’t resent an active life unless my efforts divert me from Your superior paths.  My desire is that my energies bring forth enduring results.

. . .

© 2005 Patsy Clairmont, published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

Pillow Prayers 8

These “pillow prayers” in a little book I have continue to provide some extravagant, poetic faith-expressions.  I offer them because a) my words aren’t this good, and b) I think some of us, including me, need to have material like this for our own prayers.  Today, I also honor once again the memory of my maternal grandfather.  He was one with a prayer-vocabulary rich with genuine devotion.

Guiding Light, for the first time today, as evening enfolds me, I’m still. Movement keeps adversaries at bay, but I know I must rest. Enemies seem more threatening in the night. My problems rise up and cast Goliath-sized shadows across my pebble-sized faith. Darkness is dispelled in your presence, and one day, night will be noonday bright. You know until then I need lights. . . .

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Word of Life, advise me. My thoughts can spark words that cause harm; I know that was not Your intention.…

I want the wounded to find shelter in my conversation with them.

Thank you for those along life’s journey who have spoken kindly to me. . . .

Regenerate my vocabulary; permeate it with vitality.

– Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers.  

© 2005 Patsy Clairmont
Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

Pillow Prayers 7

These “pillow prayers” in a little book continue to provide some extravagant, poetic faith-expressions.  I offer them because a) my words aren’t this good, and b) I think some of us, including me, need to have material like this for our own prayers.

Gentle shepherd, helped me to breathe serenity deep into my valley life.  Guide me to places of refreshment.  Release me from the intimidation of rocky paths.  Help my eyes to adjust to the lighted way.  Prepare my feet for craggy terrain.  Lead me to Your high places.

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Holy one, enter my heart’s sanctuary.  Purify my intentions.  Inspect my thoughts.  Create an acceptable place within me for Your Spirit to do well.…

Revise my agenda.  Infuse my mission.  Empower my efforts.  Beacon my path.

Instruct me in adoration, supplication, and celebration.  You and You only are worthy of high honor and continual praise.

– Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers.  

© 2005 Patsy Clairmont
Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

Pillow Prayers 6

These “pillow prayers” in a little book I have continue to provide some extravagant, poetic faith-expressions.  I offer them because a) my words aren’t this good, and b) I think some of us, including me, need to have material like this for our own prayers.

God Who sees . . . I’m grateful that your view is not obstructed by darkness. I await your intervention for my shadowed existence. Liberate me from myopic tendencies lest I live out my life in a restricted space.

Some days, my opinions block out healing truth. My dingy motives can slip past me unrecognized. Release me from the entanglement of sight-altering distractions–inconveniences, interruptions, and other people’s behavior. The horizon brightens as I focus on You.

– Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers.  

© 2005 Patsy Clairmont
Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

Pillow Prayers 6

King Jesus, reign over my indignation.  I must confront an enemy today.  Truth can be treacherous and feel lethal.  It’s not my desire to inflict additional wounds but to walk in the light.  Teach me to attack the problem and not the person. . . .  I kneel before You and ask that You equip me for this encounter.

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Voice in the Stillness, speak to my listening heart. . . .  Whisper holiness into my heart for all of our sakes.

 – Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers.  

© 2005 Patsy Clairmont
Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

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Pillow Prayers 5

Holy Helper, I’m in need of your Assistance.  Today, I’ll have to make many decisions.  Life is risky, and that scares me.  Yet I’m aware that You redeem our mistakes.  Knowing that’s the case should take some of the threat out of my choices . . . yet I waver.

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Holy Healer, I know pain is a teacher, but do we need such a severe instructor?

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Alpha, today is a new beginning.  This page of my life is still clean.  Help me not to scribble meaninglessly all over such a precious gift.

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Breath at Daybreak, resuscitate my courage to enter the demand-strewn path ahead.  Help me not to pick up problems before they materialize.  When I hit a dead end, help me not to camp out there.  When I encounter a difficult person, help me not to join their fraternity. . . .  Breathe on me that I might rise up righteous from having been in Your presence.

– Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers.  

© 2005 Patsy Clairmont
Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

Pillow Prayers 4

Shepherd of the eventide, gather me close to your heart.  Oversee my night.  Still the restless inner voices of discontent that cause me to flail.  Whisper goodwill into my spirit.

Thank You that in sleep we recover flagging energies.  I pray you would purify my human longings, instill in me a deepening faith, and and emblazon my hope….  

In morning’s first light may You find me committed to the tasks at hand, but for now I deliberately release my hold.

 

Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers.  
© 2005 Patsy Clairmont
Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

Pillow Prayers 3

Morning Manna, I hunger for a word from you. I’m having trouble entering this day with joy.  Pressures of work and the personalities of people have tax my energy.  Emotionally I feel edgy, mentally I feel scattered, and physically I feel worn.

May I taste and see that You are good.  Feed me, Lord, that I might grow in grace toward others and rise up strong in you.

The rumble of thunder in the heavens reminds me of your fierce power–power to handle the entire universe, much less my personal tempests while I sleep.  

I [try to -bc] rest in confidence.

Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers.  
© 2005 Patsy Clairmont
Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group

Pillow Prayers 2

Holy Guard of the night watch, I relinquish myself to Your care.  The day, crowded with demands, has wilted my strength.  So, with gratitude, I lay my head on my pillow.  Quiet my mind.  Smooth from my brow the wrinkles that were knit by the concerns of the day.

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Twinges of regret threaten my calm, but release comes through Your mercy and forgiveness.  Deliver me from the turmoil of surmising.

 

Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers.  
© 2005 Patsy Clairmont
Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group