Precious Lord,
Here I sit, in the shadow of Easter, wondering where to go from here. The Easter lilies have been taken down, the organ has fallen silent, and another week begins. May your Spirit guide my feet, organize the folders of my mind, so that I hold onto my Easter joy and go forward as a man resurrected, with a firm grip on life because of the victory you won over death. None of this is my doing--it is your power and majesty, your grace and generosity, that have brought me this far, and they will lead me on. As the winds and storms rage outside, may I be a source of calm in the midst of the whirlwinds, and may I stand strong in you.
Amen.
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