Psalm 88: 2, 9, 13

My prayers come before You; Your ear is tuned to my cries.  As I walk through this day, Lord, I call to You Who Listens to my words, my heart, my silence.  Open hands stretched out to You, may I let go of the need for my ways, my plans, my desires, my childish game of control.  In the morning my prayer comes before You and all day long You whisper back Your glorious goodness into my middle moments.

Thunderous Peace

For where His glory thunders like the mighty waters, Hi grace drizzles gently and I am humbled yet  again.  I am washed clean of my allegiance to pride and perfection, refreshed as I step out from under storm clouds of my own making.  I lift my head up to soak up the brilliance of His face.  This One whose blazing radiance overwhelms as He opens heaven here.  And there.  And there again.  And I find myself under the umbrella of His unending grace, where He showers His glory moment by moment.

Instinctual (Lam 2:18)

Your absence is palpable, haunting in its pervading sense of Empty.  Its footsteps thump out L-o-n-e-l-y as I trudge down the hall the fourth time to re-put him to bed, the one whose heart only comes out by the glow of the nightlight.  Going through the motions, I feel love alright, but Exhaustion overrides it.  This is too hard without Your song to carry me.  Even as the rhythms of desperate self-talk threaten to holler over Your melody, my soul's instinct is to cry out to You (Lam 2:18).  And my words follow, in the way they were created to, as I draw near to You (Heb 10:22).  As surely as goodness and mercy follow me this day, I will open my eyes to Your glory and grace.