Dear Heavenly Father,
As I rejoice over the long lines yesterday at the Chick-Fil-A's, people supporting your Word and standing up for it, I am also saddened for how it made others feel. I am saddened by the lines that should be out there at other places and are not.
As we support our fellow Christians, we also need to put that same effort into the lives of others. I for one do not want to think of long lines in Hell. I especially cannot think and yet I must, would any of those in that hot, awful line not be there if I had stood in a line, stood up and spoke, went out and shared your Word, Your love with them.
Father forgive me for the times I could have gone, could have shared and did not. May I just not wait for opportunities to come to me but may I go out seeking, always with wide eyes and heart open into this hungry world and give your morsels. . .NO. . .Your feast of compassion, love, grace, and whatever else you supply for the dinner table.
May we not just hoard your goodness but share with all around us and even those far away. When I eat my meals and eat the snacks, may I remember to pray for the hungry Lord, and to do what I can to help. Show me the way Lord, lead me where You want me to go, to do what You want me to do and say what You would have me to say. Lord, I will carry food and I will carry cards that will lead them where they can go for help in my car, and I pray that if I am around someone who needs these things, you would show me clearly and step forward with me to give and to share. And Lord, may no one ever feel unloved by anything I say or do. Let it be your Holy Spirit that always guides my mouth, my emotions and my heart.
Lord, may the lines of Hell be short and may Heaven be filled with your children.
In Jesus Name,