A prayer journal for the holiest week of the year.
Imagine yourself encountering Holy Week for the first time. Place yourself into history. You’ll walk by His side every step of the way. You’ll experience the fear, the pain, the suffering, and finally, the joy of this pivotal week in Salvation History.
With this prayer journal, you’ll experience Holy Week in a whole new way. Each day from the Saturday before Palm Sunday through the Resurrection has Bible readings, reflections, prayers, and journal prompts to help you immerse yourself in the reality of Jesus’ Passion, death and Resurrection.
9 days of Bible readings, reflections, prayers, and journal prompts
A reflection on Jesus’ words to the women of Jerusalem. This post contains Amazon affiliate links.
A mess of tears streaked down my face the first time I watched The Passion. My stomach churned at the horror of each torturous scene. The unimaginable pain inflicted on Jesus weighed on my body and crushed me in my seat.
As I watched the story of the Passion unfold from the safety of my living room, I was horrified that “those people” could do “that” to an innocent man. And I was filled with sorrow that my sins contributed to the gruesome death of my God.
I watched the crucifixion from the outside. And it was only a story of drama, not of saving grace.
Hope for those with unexpected suffering this Lent.
You had a plan for Lent.
Whether you wanted to give up one thing for 40 days, or everything for 5 minutes at a time. Perhaps you planned to break a sinful habit or take up daily spiritual reading. Maybe you started small, or maybe you launched a heroic sacrifice.
How Ash Wednesday and the Transfiguration point us toward heaven. A reflection on mortality and immortality.
Whenever I need an excuse for a good cry, I add onions to the menu.
While I prepare dinner, I take time to reflect on life’s toughest problems. As I peel back the onion’s layers with my knife, I peel back the layers holding the sorrows in my heart. My eyes sting from the pungent mince under my knife, and my sorrow surfaces with the tears.
My pain releases, and it doesn’t take long for the healing waters to wash over me and restore my heart.
By the time dinner is complete, the bitterness of both the onion and my sorrows will turn to savory sweetness.
One of those days where nothing is really going bad, but nothing is going the way I want it to either. This day has left me feeling down. Not angry or frustrated, but unfocused, unmotivated, dissatisfied.