A A PPromiseromise is a is a PPromiseromiseby Erna Johnson by Erna Johnson
2011 International Day of PrayerGeneral Conference
Women's Ministries Department
In bitterness of soul Hannah wept much and prayed to the Lord. And she made a vow saying, “O Lord
almighty, if you will only look upon your servant’s misery and
remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the Lord for all the
days of His life.” 1 Samuel 1:10-11
“She was a woman of fervent piety, gentle and unassuming;
her character was marked with deep earnestness and a
lofty faith.” Patriarch and Prophets, p. 569
“O Lord of hosts” she began her prayer, therefore declaring
Him to be the host of heaven and earth, of everything He had
created. These words also expressed her
faith in His greatness and might.
“Prayer is not an expiation for sin; it has no virtue or merit of itself. All the flowery words at our command are not
equivalent to one holy desire. The most eloquent prayers are but idle
words if they do not express the true sentiments of the heart.
But the prayer that comes from an earnest heart, when the simple wants of the soul are expressed, as we would ask an earthly friend
for a favor, expecting it to be granted – this is the prayer of faith.” Thoughts from the Mount of
Blessing, 86
“Now faith is being sure of what we hope
for and certain of what we do not see.”
Hebrews 11:1Hebrews 11:1
“The mother is the queen of the home, and the children are her
subjects. She is to rule her household wisely, in the dignity of
her motherhood. Her influence in the home is to be paramount; her word, law. If she is a Christian, under God's
control, she will command the respect of her children.”
The Adventist Home, p. 232
What about your promises to God? Have you promised Him your life? Your whole heart? Can you give Him your most
loved treasure, as Hannah did? Would you like to renew your
promise to the Lord as we finish this morning’s service?
Take my life, and let it beConsecrated, Lord, to Thee.Take my moments and my
days;Let them flow in ceaseless
praise.Take my hands, and let them
moveAt the impulse of Thy love.Take my feet, and let them
beSwift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me singalways, only, for my King.Take my lips, and let them beFilled with messages for Thee.Take my silver and my gold;Not a mite would I withhold. Take my intellect, and useEvery power as Thou choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.Take my heart, it is Thine own;It shall be Thy royal throne.Take my love, I pourAt Thy feet its treasure-store.Take myself, and I will beEver, only, all for Thee.
Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879)