Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Within the shades of winter, the gold and rose tones of dawn awaken us to see the glory of God, and we turn our hearts to You. Blessed Savior, our hearts lift up a chorus of praise for your steadfast and abiding love for us.
May our prayers ascend to You just as the morning chorus of birds give thanks to their Creator, with all our being. May we praise You in the arc of the day, remembering your manifold blessings and reveling in the embrace of our Savior. May we remember to praise You even in the chill of the setting sun, making your Love our true Light.
Abba, Imma, draw us into service to others, that we may embrace each other as You embrace us. Hear the whispered prayers of your beloved people.