I am having great trouble with bad dreams at the moment. I am not aware of feeling particularly stressed, not eating strange food or anything else that I can think of. Last night during a wakeful hour or two (there are plenty of those as well) I remembered a prayer that I had re-read just recently. Here it is:
By the authority of almighty God, I tear down Satan's strongholds in my life, in the lives of those I love, and in the society in which I live. I take into myself the weapons of truth, righteousness, salvation, the word of God and prayer. I command every evil influence to leave; you have no right here and I allow you no point of entry. I ask for an increase of faith, hope, and love so that, by the power of God, I can be a light set on a hill, causing truth and justice to fourish. These things I pray for the sake of him who loved me and gave himself for me. Amen.
It is taken from Richard Fosters book, Prayer, which I reviewed many moons ago in this blog post. I was reminded of it by the book I am presently reading with a new womens group that has been started at our church. This book is called God Loves Broken People (and those who pretend they're not). You can click on the image at the top of this post to have a peek inside it. We are not half way through the book yet so other than to say I am enjoying it I will not review it anymore until I have finished it.
I had said when sharing with the group that I was going to write this out to pray before sleep, following the example of someone in Shila Walsh's book. Have I done it - No! Typical, had totally forgotten about it, today however it will be written and placed on my bedside table!
continuing to count my blessings into 2013.
901. Children doing their chores without me nagging them.
902. Finishing a crochet project just for me.
903. Excitement growing about getting out into the garden, come rain or shine!
904. Routines re-starting.
905. A delivery of birthday cake.
906. A couple of hours or peace and quiet.
907. My brother playing the bad guy to my mum and getting results!
908. The sound of my husband mopping the kitchen floor.
909. Empying boxes out of the loft.