aufmerksam, glaubhaft

Prayer about the garden of my life: „With both hands“

Throughout the years I’ve written some prayers and poems, which I translate over the months one by one into english. Hoping, that some sister oder brother in Christ around the world may find the right thought in the right moment. You can use my prayers by referring to me in your smallgroups, services or devotions. Please use them only in a private, non commercial manner, thank you.
God bless you!

With both hands

With both hands
I’m in a box full of seed bags.
Glossy pictures on the front,
immaculate blossoms, lush fruits
– which promises do I believe?
What do I want to sow, cultivate, harvest?
What do I want to grow and bloom in my everyday life?

With both hands
I dig in the weeds.
Everything is matted, overgrown, full of poisonous roots.
How am I supposed to get through here?
How do I contain the infestation?
I grab, rip, dig –
more and more offshoots of noxious weeds
I pull out of the underground:
Decisions of my ego, impatience, arrogance, whims.
Will the misery ever end?

With both hands
I spread compost, mix in fertilizer,
I pick out stones.
Muddy fingers struggle with the seed bags,
until the paper tears
and I gently brush the small grains
into the open, lush soil.
Hope germinates – perhaps success is possible?

With both hands
I drag the watering can full to the brim,
which bangs against my knees,
until I reach the bed.
Slowly I let the water splash onto the seeds,
so that they find a foothold in the soil and begin to grow.

With both hands
I lay my trials before Jesus.
Will you bless it?
Will you give healing and growth?
Will you help me to disempower vicious weeds
And pull them from my heart?
Will you warn me of hailstorms
and guide me through the chaos?
I am there, he whispers.



aufmerksam, glaubhaft

Prayer according to Isaiah 9, Verse 5 for Smallgroups, Service and Devotion

Prayer according to Isaiah 9, Verse 5

Wonderful Counselor,
my heart is full of questions.
I long for insight
and for your wisdom.
Within me so many conflicting thoughts.
Heal me, God.

Strong God,
I feel drained,
the colors of my life seem washed out.
From all sides I am of demands, opinions and constraints.
Free myself from the influence of my fellow men
and give me innerpeace.
Heal me, God.

Eternal Father,
I wish deeply to find a home.
My heart longs for security and comfort
– I would like to finally arrive
at the destination of my longing.
Hold me in your strong arms
let me breathe deeply.
Heal me, God.

Prince of peace,
so often I am driven by my ambition
and the apparent necessities of this world.
Let me know that I am your king’s child,
and no one is entitled to my time,
my heart and my longing.
You rule my life
and lead me with a sure hand towards eternity.
Heal me, God.


For to us a child is born, to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9, Verse 5

I would be very happy if you use and share my prayers in your family, smallgroup or service. Please refer to me and use them only in a private, non commercial manner, thank you.


Leichtigkeit entdecken

Herbststrauß mit Zinnien


Möge dann und wann
deine Seele aufleuchten
im Festkleid der Freude.

Möge dann und wann
deine Last leicht werden
und dein Schritt beschwingt
wie Tanz.

Möge dann und wann
ein Lied aufsteigen
vom Grunde deines Herzens,
das Leben zu grüßen
wie die Amsel am Morgen.

Möge dann und wann
der Himmel
über deine Schwelle treten.


Antje Sabine Naegeli




May now and then
Your soul light up
Filled with festive Joy.

May now and then
Your load become light
And you have
A spring in your step
As in a dance.

May now and then
Asong rise up
From the bottom of your heart
To welcome life
Like a blackbird the morning.

May now and then
Cross your threshold.


Antje Sabine Naegeli


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