Go to your quiet place.
Clear your mind from the day’s demands, as best as you can.
For a few minutes be still, be silent, and know God is near.
Start your day with this brief prayer:
Heavenly Father, thank you for your presence. Prepare my heart now Lord, through your Spirit, to receive your goodness and meet the obligations of the day so that all my interactions express the love of Jesus Christ and glorify you. Amen.
“Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is greatly troubled.
But you, O Lord—how long?
Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;
save me for the sake of your steadfast love.”
Psalm 6:2-4 (ESV)
Holy, Magnificent Physician, I am not whole. I am experiencing loss. I hurt in my heart. I need your healing now, Lord. Touch me and I will be healed. However, Lord, if I am to endure this brokenness for a season, then give me the strength to endure through the power of your Spirit in Christ. Teach me how to walk through this time solely dependent on your wisdom. My only comfort is that I know your are a loving, caring Father who is near.
Father, there are others that I know who could use your healing salve of comfort, too. I lift them up to you by name _________________. Attend to their needs, help them to experience your heart-healing hand on them. Give them to know that you are a God who cares for his own. Strengthen them in this challenging season. Cleanse them. Restore them. I pray this in Christ’s holy name and for your glory. Amen.
“Help me O Lord, to make a true use of all disappointments and calamities in this life, in such ways that they may unite my heart more closely to you. Cause them to separate my affections from the worldly things and inspire my soul with more vigor in the pursuit of true happiness”
Susanne Wesley (1669-1742)
“I have felt the approach of it in the back of my mind,
O Lord, like a burden tilting
toward me across the calendar.
I have felt its long approach,
and now it has arrived.
This is the day that marks the anniversary of my loss,
and waking to it, I must drink again from the stream of
sorrow that cannot not be fully remedied in this life.
O Christ, redeem the day.
I do not ask that these lingerings of grief be erased, but
that the fingers of your grace would work this memory
as a baker kneads a dough, till the leaven of
rising hope transforms it from within, into
a form holding now in that same sorrow the
surety of your presence, so that when I
look again at that loss, I see you
in the deepest gloom of it,
weeping with me,
even as I hear you whispering that
this is not the end, but only
the still grey dawn
before the world begins.
And if that is so, then let that which broke me upon this day
in the past year, now be seen as the beginning
of my remaking into a Christ-follower more sympathetic,
more compassionate, and more conscious of my frailty and
of my daily dependence upon you; as one more invested
in the hope of the resurrection of the body
and the return of the King,
than ever I had before.
Let this loss-hollowed day arrive in years to come
as a kindling of a fire in my bones, spurring me to
seek in this short life that which is eternal.
Let the past wound, and the memory of it, push me
to be present with you in ways that I was not before.
Do not waste my greatest sorrows, O God, but
use them to teach me to live in your presence-
fully alive to pain and joy and sorrow and hope-
in the places where my shattering
and your shaping meet.
Amen.
Every Moment Holy