An early morning wind touches the window where I am sleeping, a wet
nose nudges my forehead, and as my eyes open and adjust to the early
morning light, God's hand of grace brings forth the new day -- Holy is
the day.
I look out my back door and a rabbit munches peacefully upon the greener grass around my flower-bed that sips from the edges of the garden as I try to keep the flowers fed and watered that they may sing songs of praise to their Creator with their color and their simple beauty. Even as the parched grass crunches under my feet, God's hand of grace brings beauty to my day -- Holy is the day.
A humming bird buzzes by my ear as he makes his way to the Petunias overflowing the basket's edge and quickly rushes back to a small nest in the Ash Tree that lifts its leafy arms to the glory of God. The birds, sipping water from the bird bath, a bee buzzing in and out of the flowering sage as it gathers what it needs to make food for its family. Even as the natural world breaks forth with its own busy day, God's hand of grace brings order to the this new day -- Holy is the day.
I don't know what else will greet me this day as I create my own order for the day. It may be a quiet day of study and reflection. It could be a day of unexpected surprises or disappointing results. The day is still unfolding and only destiny knows how it will end. This is what I do know -- God has blessed this new day for me -- for us -- for all of creation and that is sufficient -- Holy is the day!
Prayer:
God of morning light, tiny, wet noses, and a garden of blessings, you have blessed this day with a holy kiss and called us from our sleepy slumber to embrace the new day -- this holy day. May all my senses experience your holiness this day and may it come to its beautiful end with sleepy eyes and a jubilant heart. Holy is this day. Amen.
I look out my back door and a rabbit munches peacefully upon the greener grass around my flower-bed that sips from the edges of the garden as I try to keep the flowers fed and watered that they may sing songs of praise to their Creator with their color and their simple beauty. Even as the parched grass crunches under my feet, God's hand of grace brings beauty to my day -- Holy is the day.
A humming bird buzzes by my ear as he makes his way to the Petunias overflowing the basket's edge and quickly rushes back to a small nest in the Ash Tree that lifts its leafy arms to the glory of God. The birds, sipping water from the bird bath, a bee buzzing in and out of the flowering sage as it gathers what it needs to make food for its family. Even as the natural world breaks forth with its own busy day, God's hand of grace brings order to the this new day -- Holy is the day.
I don't know what else will greet me this day as I create my own order for the day. It may be a quiet day of study and reflection. It could be a day of unexpected surprises or disappointing results. The day is still unfolding and only destiny knows how it will end. This is what I do know -- God has blessed this new day for me -- for us -- for all of creation and that is sufficient -- Holy is the day!
Prayer:
God of morning light, tiny, wet noses, and a garden of blessings, you have blessed this day with a holy kiss and called us from our sleepy slumber to embrace the new day -- this holy day. May all my senses experience your holiness this day and may it come to its beautiful end with sleepy eyes and a jubilant heart. Holy is this day. Amen.
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