30/30 Challenge: Day 25

women's devotional bible #3030challenge

So prayer. Pretty big deal for us Christians.

When I first started out gettin’ right with the Lord, I don’t think I fully understood the purpose of prayer. I kind of treated God like He was a genie who was there to grant my wishes.

  • This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. (1 John 5:14)
  • Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. (Jeremiah 29:12)
  • Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6-7)

Mostly my prayers were requests. By requests, I mean passive aggressive demands. Needless to say, that was no way to approach Him. I emphasized the ‘presenting my requests’ part while ignoring the ‘with thanksgiving’ part.

Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. (Jeremiah 33:3)

After my Bible study, I found out that prayer is a two-way street. That’s the point of communication, right? To speak and to listen.

He listens to those who speak to but speaks to those who listen.


30/30 Challenge: Day 17

3030 Challenge - Day 17


What a powerful word in and of itself. I chose to study hope because for a brief period in my life, I didn’t feel like I had it. I mean I was reading the Bible and praying, but couldn’t see past the past. Certainly not enough to have hope for the future.

But God gives us all a reason to hope, even if we don’t see it.

I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. (Psalm 40:1-2)

The Bible is full of God making promises, humans losing hope, only to have those promises fulfilled by God in His perfect timing.

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