A Mayday Prayer

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Mayday is a distress radio signal that is repeated three times. From the research I could find, it came from the French word, m’aides, and means, “Help me!” When a close friend of ours requested prayer for yet another relative, I found myself composing a prayer that I want to share with you. Maybe you are not staring down the barrel of a crisis or treading water in a situation that seems to have no end, but you might know someone who is. If so, this could be the prayer for us to pray in the coming week.

LORD, this is the day that You have made, and we will rejoice and be glad in it. We joy today in Your salvation, the salvation of the whole man — body, soul, and spirit. Sickness, disease, poverty, discord — these things are not of You. We rebuke them in Jesus’ name.

Moreover, we rebuke the fear that holds us captive to the enemy’s wiles. We slam shut the door to it and declare today that by Your stripes we are healed, by Your stripes we were healed; we are the head and not the tail; the fruits of the Spirit grow in us. I speak a refreshing of hope and stability of faith and trust in You to move like a tidal wave into our homes. Let Your words, no doctor prognosis, no bank statements, no condemning words from others, be our guides. You are our saving strength.

We trust that as we humbly commit our affairs to You, that You are working Your best on our behalf. There is such a thing as being stolen from, though. Where the thief has come into play, we speak 7 times restitution and better than we could ever imagine answers to our prayers — gifts that fulfill the desires of our hearts.

Like Joseph, may the things that the devil means to harm, turn into good. May our tests become bondage breaking testimonies that bring life and salvation to all who hear it, especially to the unsaved, especially to our unsaved family. Set them free from the enemy’s grip. Loose them to find You and serve You and LIVE.

We no longer want to mourn and weep over what is happening, but we rather choose to sing and dance over what has already happened. You came to set the captive free. We are free. We fight from the place of victory. Greater is He that is in us than he that is in the world. Let our problems become the pulpits from which we preach the Gospel.

Hallelujah! God inhabits the praises of His people. We reflect Your glory now. We bring the sacrifice of praise and offer it to You in advance as we envision Your deliverance. We celebrate the victory provided for us through Christ alone. Praise the LORD!

I hope that you have joined me in this Mayday prayer and that you soon experience a refreshing and sweet fulfillment of the promises that you hold dear.

Insanity

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Now that we’re into the third month of 2025, I have a question for you: How are you doing with your New Year resolutions? (That is, if you made some). I think I mentioned in a post some time ago that I quit making them years ago. That doesn’t mean I don’t have goals or things I aspire to, it just means I’m not married to a to-do list. Something happened recently, though, that made me reflect on dreams and our journeys . . .

I was at the sink when one of the girls made this statement: “Lady bugs sure do have sorry little lives, don’t they?”

“What?”

“I’ve been watching this lady bug and all it does is walk in the same circle.”

I turned away from the sink to find all four of us girls watching in silence as a lone lady bug made the same path on the edge of a lid on an empty container. Round and round and round.

Rachel pet it. It dropped to the handle and began its mad march there until it encountered the curve; then it stalled. She pet it and it began again.

“Oh, for crying out loud!” I said. “Put it with the plants.”

I have heard it said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

Such as our lady bug friend walking round and round.

Such as the Israelites and their 40 year journey that ought to have been an 11 day trip.

Such as me, literally crying out to the LORD, “When does circling this mountain end?!”

I had given too much power away, thinking as long as others in my life, those I’m closest to, “misbehaved”, I’d have to suffer along with them. To a certain extent, that’s true. Look at Joshua and Caleb; they weren’t in the Promised Land nor could they enter until the disbelieving, disobedient whiners passed. Yet I can follow their example.

I don’t think they disobeyed and gathered too much manna. I don’t think they overindulged on quail. I don’t think they bowed to the graven idol. I imagine they sealed their lips as the people around them complained and wavered and dropped off one by one; but they held the line, continuing to hope. They held to their faith in God. They eventually received the promise.

Like them, I can have peace in this mountain time. I can maintain my faith in God. I can walk in forgiveness, and obedience, and joy. I don’t know how the LORD rectifies the things that break our hearts or redeems time that seems forever lost, but I know that He does, and somehow He will. The things I aspire to may take a little longer, but there are plenty of places I can now begin to trod in freedom, places I couldn’t go before because I was immobilized due to pain and bitterness.

Have you, like me, like Caleb and Joshua, found yourself yearning for advancement but feel somewhat oppressed due to circumstances out of your control? Then join me in giving it all to Jesus. Decide to stay forgiving and cheerful, learn to put off offense immediately so that the LORD can take you where you will let Him. We can be blessed even if those in our circles aren’t themselves conduits for blessing.

It may be a difficult adjustment, and I often return to:

Even if I must break though this cycle incrementally, one tweaked, disciplined thought at a time, one day at time, so be it, at least I have hope that I will get through and I will get to enter the Promised Land.

Let’s pray:

Thank You, LORD, for being a Comforter to me, for mending my broken heart, and restoring hope. Thank You, LORD, for the strength to forgive in the face of pain, to maintain joy in the moments of sorrow, to be still in peace when the tempest rages around me.

Thank You for teaching me when to be silent and when it is beneficial to speak — and to do so in love.

There’s no power like Your power. There’s no way like Your way. There’s no One like You, God, no One but You who gives beauty for ashes. May I be a healed helper, a useful vessel in Your hands, one that brings glory and honor to Your name.

Amen