Westwinds Sunday Morning Prayer

You were prayed for this morning . . .

Many of you by name, most of you by face, all of you—not knowing who would be here and if we might have the privilege of spending time with you.

That you would feel comfortable seeking God in this place.

That you would sense the move of His Spirit in the broken people who call this place home and those who are seeking a home and are unsure quite yet if they have found it.

You were prayed for this morning . . .

That you would feel part of “us.” That you would sense you are part of “we.”

That you would be greeted or acknowledged in some significant way. We want you to know you are loved. That this is a great place to begin. A great place to belong. We don’t want you to go another weekend wondering if someone knows who you are. Forgive us if you do.

That somehow the stress of commitments, choices, routine, deadlines, and things out of your control would in some miraculous way lighten and not distract you from embracing Jesus.

You were prayed for this morning . . .

That you would raise your hands and/or sing at the top of your lungs—not because you have to, not because you feel pressured, not because everyone else is, but because you can’t do otherwise as you respond to God and everything God is with everything inside of you as something is awakened in you.

That you would be able to look past our inconsistencies and holes and somehow, in spite of us, meet Jesus and hear from Him in a fresh way.

That in every one of these moment collections we will experience today, you will sense the overwhelming opportunity God is inviting you to embrace.

You were prayed for this morning . . .

That anything stupid we say or do that we might be blind to would not hinder you from having an opportunity to laugh at yourself and feel a camaraderie with us as you say, “wow, we all sure are a piece of work.”

That healing would begin today—for you and those you came with this morning— whom you are at odds with or there is a barrier between you. God, please don’t let another day go by without someone saying, “I’m sorry.”

That your overwhelming pain would be met by a sense of the overwhelming sufficiency of Jesus’ ability and willingness to hold you and heal you.

You were prayed for this morning . . .

That today, this very day, would be the day you say, “God, here is my white flag. I surrender. I need you. You are God. I am not.”

That fear would not paralyze you.

That dreams would be ignited in you and you would feel the freedom to pursue them to the glory of God and the wellbeing of the people He has called you to touch.

You were prayed for this morning . . .

That the uncertainty of the times and of your future would be eclipsed by an unexplainable and undeniable certainty that God is present with you.

That any ounce of suspicion, mistrust, or skepticism that resides in you or in us would be met with peace.

That we would have the privilege of getting to know you.

You were prayed for this morning . . .

Many of you by name, most of you by face, all of you—not knowing who would be here and if we might have the privilege of spending time with you. Thank you for being here.

Welcome to the madness, the beauty, the wonder, the home, the characters, the people, the movement, the journey, the mess, the healing, the solace, the fray, the imperfection, the joy, the dance, the lab, and the story that is Westwinds.