Good morning, Lord.
Father, I lift up my friend M to you, and ask you to be with her in a special way today. Please give her peace and a big, warm, fatherly hug! Encourage her and set her free from the enemy’s lies and distractions. Help her see how much you love her and what plans you have for her. Protect her and continue to heal and strengthen her so that she can reach out to others and touch them with your love.
And for ME:
1 Peter 3:1-6 ERV
In the same way, you wives should be willing to serve your husbands. Then, even those who have refused to accept God’s teaching will be persuaded to believe because of the way you live.
You will not need to say anything.
Your husbands will see the pure lives that you live with respect for God.
It is not fancy hair, gold jewelry, or fine clothes that should make you beautiful.
No, your beauty should come from inside you–the beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit. That beauty will never disappear. It is worth very much to God.
It was the same with the holy women who lived long ago and followed God. They made themselves beautiful in that same way. They were willing to serve their husbands.
I am talking about women like Sarah. She obeyed Abraham, her husband, and called him her master. And you women are true children of Sarah if you always do what is right and are not afraid.
Lord, I ask you for help in serving my husband. It became obvious last night that he cannot even lay eyes on me without saying something disrespectful to me and picking a fight. I hope I have done the right thing in not letting him even see me, hiding myself away since that last attack. I really don’t know what else to do. I know you are working on him, Lord, as you are on me. I know I do not have a “gentle and quiet” spirit. Faithful, loyal, and honest, yes — but not quiet and not always gentle. Father, I feel like I am doing no good in this marriage, just being a gadfly, irritating my husband with your truth. I don’t want to irritate him, Lord. Help me remember that I do NOT need to say anything at all. My words are not fruitful, YOURS are. And sometimes even when I speak your word and your truth, it cannot bear fruit because it is spoken out of pain rather than love. I feel a lot of pain, Lord. But I know you are the master, you are the shepherd, and you are the craftsman. I am your workmanship. Mold me, Lord. Help me to hold still in your hands, and not wiggle around too much. Help me to be patient with your timing. :o)