I pray life verses over each of our grandchildren. Our newest grandson was born on 11/10, so I looked up every chapter 11, verse 10 in the Bible.
Here are the verses I chose: For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened (Luke 11:10). So refuse to worry (Ecclesiates 11:10).
May our grandson be a man of prayer.
The Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words, according to the will of God (from Romans 8:26-27)
Our Heavenly Father listens to the Spirit’s prayers. For those who love God all things work together for good (Romans 8:28).
God has given me ten grandchildren;
six granddaughters and four grandsons
I love them so.
Each one a priceless treasure
A blessing, a gift
I am grateful.
My greatest hope
And constant prayer
Is for all my grandchildren
To know unending, steadfast, perfect love.
We are eagerly awaiting the birth of our eleventh grandchild sometime this fall.
Not a single one of all the good promises the Lord had given to the family of Israel was left unfulfilled; everything he had spoken came true (Joshua 21:45).
God’s Word is full of his promises. Knowing them shows you how to pray.
God alone understands the way to wisdom: he knows where it can be found (Job 28:23).
If you need wisdom, ask our generous God and he will give it to you (James 1:5).
If you ask for wisdom, you should also know this: The fear of the Lord is true wisdom; to forsake evil is true understanding (Job 28:28).
Pray that God,
the source of hope,
will fill you completely with joy and peace
because you trust in him
Then you will overflow
with confident hope
through the power
of the Holy Spirit.
Created by God.
God richly provides us with everything to enjoy (1 Timothy 6:17).
Thank you, Lord.
Whiter than snow.
Make this prayer yours. Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me and I shall be whiter than snow (Psalm 51:7).
The message of the cross . . . is the power of God (1 Corinthians 1:18).
Pray that many hear and believe.
Ferns, wilted hydrangeas and purple pansies. Like wildflowers we bloom and die. The wind blows and we are gone (Psalm 103:15-16).
Lord, teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom (Psalm 90:12).