I rise before dawn
and cry for help;
I hope in Your words.
My eyes are awake
before the watches
of the night,
that I may meditate
on Your promise.
Psalm 119. 147-148
(Starting the day,
seeping into the moments,
unfolding during the hours,
not just awake,
but aware of His Presence.
God reveals Himself
in those quiet moments,
whether the break of day,
the middle of the night,
or the midst of the storm.
Am I listening,
or telling Him what to do,
how to do it,
when to have it done?
Do I realize
these immensely sacred moments
or just try to block out
His Voice?)
O LORD,
We miss out on so much.
We miss out on
You.
Be not just prominent
in our lives,
or a priority in what we do,
but help us to live
fully in Your preeminence.
We come before You,
we cry for help,
we hope in You.
And that changes everything.
Everything.