Sunday Evening Dec. 27 Again, Father, You have spoken to me in the preaching of your word. Give me ears to hear and a heart to believing, that in believing, I know Thee. And in knowledge of Thee, find all thing: joy, peace, courage, knowledge of myself, and final love Amen. Our Father…
Monday Morning As I return to work, I give You thanks for all that I am able to do. Only the young work without the aches of age, and only the old work without the burden of inexperience–I thank you that I am as I am. I thank You that I am capable for all I am capable of. Amen. Our Father…
Monday Evening This world is full of many good things, and I am richly blessed. Yet, in all that I have, let me not forget Thee, the only possession that matters and the source of all things. Without You, all food is ashes, all possessions are burdens, and all clothing vanity. But in contentment with your grace, all is honey, sunshine, and golden raiment. Amen. Our Father…
Tuesday Morning Lord God, daily I sin much and seldom think of it. Give me eyes to see my faults and mistakes, that where I can, I may improve, and where I cannot, I may learn to bear my cross and see your grace, even in my failings. Help me to see them as teachers and causes of empathy and of courage. Amen. Our Father…
Tuesday Evening Father, too often I become angry at pointless things, and then when some true cause for righteous indignation comes, I let the moment pass by. Give fire to my spirit, not to rage against the petty aggravations of the world, but to hate sin, death, and the devil. That in this too, I may imitate You. Amen. Our Father…
Wednesday Morning Lord Jesus, on this day You were betrayed. And while I can point the finger at Judas, my heart knows that it was my false faith which kissed You, and my hands which accept the gifts of the world to abandon You. Give me a true sorrow for my sins, that I may truly repent. Amen. Our Father…
Wednesday Evening Creator, today I have seen many of your children. Open my eyes to see them as bearers of your image and objects of your redemption. That in seeing them as You do, I may see your hand at work in every live. Amen. Our Father…
Thursday Morning Father, sometimes my life feels so scattered. I do not know where I am going. I feel lost in the schedule and busy-ness of all I do and everywhere I go. Give direction to my heart, that I may see the goal of my labors and the aim of my life–to see You in Paradise. Amen. Our Father…
Thursday Evening Lord of Hosts, You command the angel legions yet send a helper for every small child. Give me a heart to trust your hidden work. That especially when I cannot see, You punish evil and protect the innocent. Amen. Our Father…
Friday Morning Immortal God, I am but one of the small ones among the race of man, and yet my heart would know your ways. Give me faith to see you working in adversities, laboring in hard places, and working mercy in cold hearts. Amen. Our Father…
Friday Evening Mighty God of heavenly armies, while there is an eternal peace inside your Son, the Christ, yet there is evil and war upon the earth. Convert stony hearts. Cast down wickedness, and in your stern justice cast down evil from the world. Preserve the faithful and the innocent. And give us all hope in the final victory and resting place–the promised land, kingdom come, heaven. Amen. Our Father…
Saturday Morning Lord of Glory, You have made all the great things of this world and universe, and yet You care for the grass and the sparrow and also for me. Often I am proud, and think that strength means independence, even independence from Thee. Give me eyes to see how much of my being depends on your providence. Give me a child’s faith in the goodness of my Father. Teach me that if I will be your child today, tomorrow I will grow beyond what I could be on my own. Amen. Our Father…
Saturday Evening The night is deep and the world is asleep. And though many of the world’s cares are vain and silly because of its deep vanity, and I am not immune to such folly, yet You care, even for these. To the tired, You give sleep. To the ungrateful, You give food. To the godless, You give life. Not the least of these is me. I wonder at your great mercy. And all that I can give is my thanks and praise, Great Giver. Amen. Our Father…
Sunday Morning Again, I rise to glorify your name in the assembly of the righteous. I praise You, that your grace makes me worthy to stand where Moses and David and Elijah stood. There, I will shout the festival shout, the Amen, the Gloria, as priests and prophets of old. Open my heart to see the greatness of this thing. Amen. Our Father…
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