Troubling night. Each morning, reaching for my phone to silence the alarm, I read my morning devotion and prayers before anything else.
Lord, I declared that I needed You, and indeed You heard the cry of my heart.
by Marilyn Pagán-Banks |
Let sinners be consumed from the earth and let the wicked be no more. Bless the Lord, O my soul. Praise the Lord. – Psalm 104:35 (NRSV)
“I can’t pretend to know what the psalmist was thinking. But I can move into prayer and praise that God hasn’t wiped me from the earth … yet. I can move into confession. “
Gracious God, thank you for your love that never ceases, never despises, and never turns away a broken heart. I confess I haven’t always been kind, courteous, or loving to strangers. Sometimes not even to my own family and co-workers. Soften my heart, dear God. Expand it. Heal it. I confess I have lacked courage and creativity in the struggle towards freedom for all. Help me to remember I am never alone and carry within me the power and brilliance of the Holy Spirit. Renew my strength and restore my joy, dear God. Increase it. Purpose it. Bless the Lord, O my soul. Praise the Lord. Selah.
This was Father/Mother/God hearing & responding to my urgent prayers. I’ve been watching. Faith is a conversation. This morning, God confirmed that I was seen, and heard.