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Our Daily Bread: Finding Comfort in Times of Loss

NGÀY 20 TRONG 20

Praying With Boldness Have you ever found it tough to pray? That can happen when we’re reluctant to tell God how we’re really feeling. We might abruptly stop in mid-sentence, fearful of being disrespectful of our heavenly Father. A trip through the book of Psalms can help us pray more openly. There we can overhear David’s conversations with God and realize that he was not afraid to be completely open and honest with the Lord. David cried out: “O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger” (PSALM 6:1). “Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am weak” (6:2). “Why do You stand afar off, O LORD?” (10:1).“Do not be silent to me” (28:1). “Plead my cause, O LORD” (35:1). “Hear my prayer, O God” (54:2). “I am restless in my complaint, and moan noisily” (55:2). Think about David’s approach. He was saying to God: “Help me!” “Listen to me!” “Don’t be mad at me!” “Where are You?” David boldly went to God and told Him what was on his mind. Yes, God expects us to come to Him with a clean heart, and we need to approach Him with reverence—but we don’t have to be afraid to tell God what we’re thinking and feeling. Next time you talk with your heavenly Father—tell it straight. He’ll listen, and He’ll understand. —Dave Branon Prayer is an open line to heaven.

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Our Daily Bread: Finding Comfort in Times of Loss

It is our hope and prayer that the devotionals that follow will warm your heart and lift your spirit as they lead you to lean on the Lord, our Shepherd and our Guide through the valley of grief.

We would like to thank Our Daily Bread for providing this plan. For more information, please visit: www.odb.org/app

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