Friday, March 7, 2008

Morning Prayer

Heavenly Father,

Thank you that you intervene quietly into our lives…unobtrusive. And you wait patiently…so patiently for us to respond. I want my response to you to quicken and to be more immediate. I have felt your gentle proddings. I not only want to acknowledge them, but to act on them.

I have missed you in the chaos and din of this place that I am. I am so very thirsty and so very hungry.

This morning I am overwhelmed by my desire to be near you…just to hear the faintest ripple of your voice. Bring me into yourself. Draw me even closer. Only your Spirit can create this yearning and longing—this tender ache for someone so far beyond me.

Only you can satisfy the soul yearnings in me. Only you. Only you can make my longings become realities.

Thank you this morning for who and what you are, O God. You are worthy to be exalted and exulted in…worthy, so worthy.

May my feeble prayers lift to you this morning as incense. May they smell sweet and whole to you. May they bless you.

Thank you for the tears…and the ache. And thank you that both only last but a moment in your presence.

Thank you for a new morning. New mercies. Fresh grace.

Amen and amen.

1 comment:

Mrs. Needham said...

I am in that place as well. I read a verse last night that continues to speak to me Micah 6:8

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