Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wednesday Morning

Holy Lord of heaven and earth,
With a little water and some sunlight, plants burst forth from the ground, spewing color and beauty across the landscapes of our lives. They require some care, but they are so eager to grow that they reach higher and higher as though their entire existence served only to reach for the heavens so that you might know of their praise. All they do is a praise offering to you.
May my life today be the same praise offering. May I join my song so that my life reaches towards the heavens, humbly offering my thoughts and deeds, my words and gifts, to your holy service, so that the name of Jesus Christ might be heard in every language, in every way, throughout this place.

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