Category Archives: prayer

One Day at a Time

I’m only human;
I’m just a man
Help me believe in what I could be
and all that I am
Show me the stairway
I have to climb
Lord for my sake
Teach me to take
One day at a time

One day at a time, sweet Jesus
That’s all I’m asking from you
Give me the strength to do everything
that I have to do
Yesterday’s gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
Help me today
Show me the way
One day at a time.

New House, Prayer List

I’ve been thinking of lots of things to blog about lately, but I figured I’d start with this: I’m finally in the new house! It’s been an exciting few weeks being in here. The transition was much easier than I expected, but it’s probably because I’ve been so busy I can hardly see straight. Lots of people cautioned me about how weird/scary it would be truly living by myself, but praise the Lord, it really hasn’t been. The only thing that still creeps me out a little is taking a shower…wouldn’t know if anyone came in or not…but, this too shall pass 🙂

I got to meet one of my neighbors yesterday. I think she’s around my age, has a two year old and lives with her boyfriend in his grandparent’s house. She seems really nice, so I’m excited to get to spend some time with her.

Now, some prayer requests for some of the kids in our ‘hood. Lots of heartbreak happening right now…
— 16 year old Y is in jail. She was charged with armed robbery, etc.
— Twin brothers Z & Z are taking turns in a detention center for (I think) jumping a kid
— 16 year old K is pregnant, taking the first step into a vicious family cycle
— 17 year old T is in a destructive relationship, which weighs heavily on her family
— A family we know has something going on that is having a significant impact on all the kids, but we just can’t put our finger on what it is

All of this and lots more. Stay tuned.

A Plea for Prayer

I posted recently about the feeling of unrest I have sensed in the neighborhood. It’s amazing how you can sense the demons that are at work here. Since that post in October, things have only gotten worse. I wish I could describe the feeling that I have, but I guess we’ll just leave it at discernment. It’s sort of like a blanket of sadness…you just know that things aren’t right. There’s a sense of grieving there too, although not for one specific person. Instead, it’s for hundreds of people. It’s grieving about life, rather than death.

Since the last post, Marshall and I had our tires slashed over Thanksgiving. No reason that I know of as to why, other than an attempt by Satan to discourage us. There have been two shootings this week, the first was a young woman who was shot in “rear end,” and thankfully only had minor injuries. The second was a man who died as a result of his injuries (in the article, he’s the one who was shot on Gregory St). Just before Thanksgiving, one of the boys I have spent time with in the past was shot, most likely as a result of gang violence. While he’s not in our direct neighborhood, he’s less than a mile away.

So, now I am asking you to please pray. Pray for our neighborhood, pray for the safety of the people who live here. Pray that the Lord would shower love on the men and women who would do evil. I don’t want them to leave, I want them to be transformed. And I believe it can and will happen. Please join us in praising God for our neighbors, and praising Him in advance for the amazing change that is to come in Glenwood.

A Beacon in the Neighborhood

Wednesday night a few folks in Glenwood had a meeting with Grace’s mission pastor, Will Dungee, to do a “status check” of sorts. It was nice to sit with him and just talk about how the neighborhood is doing, how we’re feeling, what our vision is, etc. Diane shared that one of her missionary friends came to visit recently and made the comment that our house (and other believers’ in the neighborhood) was truly a beacon in the neighborhood. I have definitely seen this to be true on a variety of levels, the most important one being that people always know where to come when they need something — be it food or a friendly face. This rang true for me this week.

I saw a good friend Thursday night while on my way to UNCG for an InterVarsity Christian Fellowship meeting I was speaking at. My topic for the night was Dependence on God (more on this later), and I was definitely reminded of that during my conversation with my friend. While driving, my friend flagged me down. We made small talk for a few moments, then he turned to leave. As I started to pull off, he came back. He asked if I had heard about the woman who got shot in the head at the hat shop recently. I told him that I hadn’t, and he informed me that it was his sister, the last one he had left. I asked him how he was doing, and he immediately responded, “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” Then switched gears to how he wanted to tune up my car. It breaks my heart that he lost his sister, but even moreso to know that he’s not depending on God to help him through it. The “I’m okay, no worries” response is one I know all to well, one that basically means “I’m just going to pretend that it didn’t happen because it’s easier that way.” So, instead of depending on the one who can truly love and support him through a time like this, Jesus, my guess is that he’ll turn to alcohol.

Lord, I pray that you would bless my friend. You know him, and you know the pain he’s in. Help him to mourn, and to turn to you when it seems unbarable. Help me know how to support him, and place some men in his life who can speak love and life into him.