Chicago During Covid-19 #30

Everything is different. Everything is still the same.

Dandelions grow. Hubcaps fall off cars. People litter.

We still need the Lord. That is why we pray.

Chicago During Covid-19 #27

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).

Chicago During Covid-19 #26

A sunflower growing on a busy street.

A sunflower turns to face the sun; we turn to face God’s Son, Jesus. He is light and he is love.

Chicago During Covid-19 #25

The sunrises every day.

A daily reminder to pray with thanks to Jesus who rose from the dead, bringing light and life to all who believe.

In him was life, and the life was the light of men (John 1:4).

Chicago During Covid-19 #24

The message of the cross . . . is the power of God (1 Corinthians 1:18).

Pray that many hear and believe.

Chicago During Covid-19 #21

Snapdragons, like the ones my grandfather grew.

 

I watched my grandpa pray. As I watched, I learned.

Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it (Proverbs 22:6).

Chicago During Covid-19 #18

I passed bright green bushes and pale purple pansies on my walk to the store.

I savored sweet smelling lilacs.

But the grocery store, a few steps beyond these flowers, was boarded up and closed.

If my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land (2 Chronicles 7:14).

Chicago During Covid-19 #12

A Bleeding Heart Plant. Their name speaks pain, but the exquisite flowers are beautiful.

The God to whom we pray heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3).

Chicago During Covid-19 #10

One yellow daffodil outside a brick building. Alone.

When you are alone, remember God has said: “I will never leave you or forsake you (Hebrews 13:5).”

He is always there to hear your prayer.

Chicago During Covid-19 #9

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).