In no particular order, here are several prayers that I find myself offering to the Father repeatedly….
I pray for my mouth: I have a tendency to say the wrong things.
My mouth has gotten me in trouble for my entire life. It has been known to write checks I could not cash, to blurt out exactly what I was thinking but should not have been, and to cut people down just to get a laugh from the spectators. God has let me learn the hard way to discipline my tongue. So, over the years, I have often found myself praying Psalm 141:3 alongside Psalm 19:14.
“Set a guard upon my mouth, O Lord. Keep watch over the door of my lips.”
“Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.”
(Someone reading this wondered how the Lord let me learn to discipline my tongue. The best thing to happen is that when I was young in the ministry, more than once a church member called me on the carpet for the cruel thing I’d said just for laughs. When I apologized profusely–and on one occasion, even apologized before the entire church–it left a lasting impression. I didn’t ever want to do that again!)
I pray for forgiveness: I am so often negligent, disobedient, and rebellious.
Who among us does not feel the need for forgiveness every day of our lives? (The single exception might be my wife. Last night as we chatted with a couple who stopped by to visit, Bertha mentioned something about confessing her sins each day. Everything inside me wanted to shout, “What sins? You are about as sinless as anyone I’ve ever known.” I didn’t say it, of course, but I thought it.)
However, my wonderful wife is married to an accomplished sinner. So very often, I find myself praying these words of Psalm 51, followed by the confession of the publican in Luke 18:13….