Longing for God

Hello to all readers. Like many other people, I have days when God seems far away, and I just can’t seem to connect with him at all. These are the days that help to build up my faith, because rather than experiencing God’s closeness, I learn to trust that he is near…

Longing for God

* Lord, do not forsake me; do not be far from me, my God. Come quickly to help me, my Lord and my Saviour (Psalm 38:21-2).
* …God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5).
* …he is not far from any one of us (Acts 17:27).
* The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth (Psalm 145:18).

I’m reaching out to you,
But my prayers are so heavy,
And my heart is empty.

How will I get through the day
If I can’t sense your presence?

Yet I know you are with me
When I feel empty,
Just as you are
When I overflow with joy and praise.

Please fill me with love for you,
And for all people,
For I can do nothing
Without your help.

God of gods

Hello everyone. Although pretty well every prayer I post here comes out of contemplation, I haven’t so far included many that refer to contemplation itself. So that is my subject today…

God of gods
* Clouds and thick darkness surround him (Psalm 97:2; NIV).
* How great is God – beyond our understanding (Job 36:26).
* Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always
(1 Chronicles 16:11; NIV).
* He says, “Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46, 10).
* Be silent before the Sovereign Lord (Zephaniah 1:7).

God of gods,
Although you are far beyond my understanding,
You are not far away.

Encouraged by your love,
I dare to call your name,
And seek your face.

Help me to withdraw from the world for a time –
To be silent and still
In body and mind,
In heart and soul,
So I can reach out to you.

Please take my hand as I close my eyes
To enter the darkness surrounding you.

Comfort me when I am overwhelmed there by my fears,
And by your love.

Then, despite my utter insignificance,
Help me to listen for your voice,
Grasp what you want me to learn,
And worship you with every atom of my being,
O God of gods.

Too late?

Dear readers, as New Year approaches fast, I want to share with you a prayer about the importance and urgency of repentance, because we never know when our own death and judgement will come. Then, it will be too late to ask God for forgiveness and to start changing our lives…

Too late?

* But the tax-collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, “God, have mercy on me, a sinner” (Luke 18:13).

* Isaac said, “I am now an old man and don’t know the day of my death (Genesis 27:2; NIV).

* Who can Iive and not see death, or who can escape the power of the grave? (Psalm 89;48; NIV).

My Lord and my God,
Here I am,
Empty-handed before you,
As always.

I’m sorry I have nothing to show
For my time on Earth.

You know everything there is
To know about me. 

I have nothing to say in my defence,
Except that I love you.

I searched for you,
And tried to help others
As best I could,
To no avail.

I’m sorry for all my sins, Lord.
Have mercy on me,
And forgive me.

Help me to change,
And start again.

Surely it’s not too late?


I wish I could be like Mary

Hello to every reader. There is a back-story to this prayer, which I wrote yesterday morning. Since a serious thyroid illness almost 20 years ago, I have dry eye syndrome, which means lots of eye drops, and no tears. I lost my long hair to the same condition, and now just have stubble, kept tidy with a number 2 cut once a month. I can’t handle or wear any kind of perfume, either, because of the effect it has on my unprotected eyes. So you can see how far I am from being able to follow Mary’s wonderful example. Instead, I wrote this prayer:  

I wish I could be like Mary
* Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair (John 12:3; NIV).
* As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them (Luke 7:38; NIV).
*”Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven – as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.” Then Jesus said to her, “Your sins are forgiven” (Luke 7:47-8; NIV).

I wish I could be like Mary –

But I don’t have tears,
So I can’t wash your feet
As she did;

And I don’t have hair,
So I can’t dry them
As she did;

And you are not here in body,
So I can’t kiss your feet 
To express my love,
As she did;

Nor can I pour nard on them,
As she did – 

But I can tell you how sorry I am
For all my sins and failures,
And show how much I love you
By serving others in your name,
As best I can.



Here I am

Greetings to all readers. It can often be very difficult to grasp that God loves us just as we are, not as we think we ought to be…

“Here I am” (1 Samuel 3:4; NIV). 

Here I am –
With all my sins and failings,
My anxiety and depression,
My limitations of body and mind.

Thank you for loving me just as I am.
Please forgive and heal me.

Help me to serve you,
Despite my limitations.

I ask this in Jesus’ name,

NB Please email me on: rkirk@manx.net if you would like a copy of my new book “Snakes and Ladders”.  It’s free – you just need to send an SAE. I can find out out how much postage you will need, depending on where you live. It will be 90p if you live in the UK.

Christmas Day

Hello, everyone. Today’s prayer came to me on Christmas morning, over the space of about four hours…

Christmas Day
* For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16; NIV).

People often ask me
Why I don’t celebrate Christmas
As others do;

But to me, 
Every day is Christmas Day,
Good Friday
And Easter Sunday –
All rolled into one;

For every time I remember your Son,
He is born again 
In my mind,
Bringing new hope;

And every time I sin,
He dies again 
In my heart,
Bringing new sorrow;

And every time I ask your forgiveness,
He rises again 
In my soul, 
Bringing new life.

So, Lord, to me, 
Every day is Christmas Day,
Good Friday
And Easter Sunday –
All rolled into one.


Yours, Lord

Hello to all readers. Today’s prayer came to me yesterday, on Christmas Eve. I wrote the first ten lines before I got up in the morning, but the rest followed after a very stormy walk by the sea. I finished it just now, immediately before publishing this blog.

I don’t do Christmas, in the sense of extra eating, drinking, consumer goods, or company, at all. However, this year I will be launching my first prayer book “Snakes and Ladders” at church, after the guests finish their Christmas lunch. The book is free, so if you live in the UK, and would like a copy, please send me a self-addressed A5 envelope with a 90p stamp, and I will post you a copy. If you are outside the UK, please email me, and I will find out the postage price for your country.

Address: Ruth Kirk, Ripple Cottage, 6 Douglas Street, Castletown, Isle of Man, IM9 1AY, British Isles.
Email: rkirk@manx.net

Meanwhile, I hope that each of you will have a manageable Christmas Day, however you spend it.

Yours, Lord
* Yours, Lord, are the greatness, the power, the glory, the victory, and the majesty; for all that is in the heavens and on earth is yours
(1 Chronicles 29:11; NRSV).

* …and after the fire a sound of sheer silence (1 Kings 19.12; NRSV).
* And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:7; NIV).
* For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life
(John 3:16; NIV).

How great you are!

Everything in heaven
And on earth
Is yours.

Yours, Lord,
Are the kingdom,
The power and the glory,
The splendour, the majesty
And the victory,
Now, and forever.

Yours, Lord,
Are the raging storm,
The violent earthquake,
And the consuming fire,
Now, and forever.

Yours, Lord,
Are the holy silence,
The blessed stillness,
And the perfect peace
That passes all understanding,
Now, and forever.

Yours, Lord,
Is the love
Poured out to save sinners
Who repent and turn to you:
The love that saves the world.