Tuesday Morning

God of every moment,
Thank you for the chance to sleep. At night you restore and recreate, so that today begins as a blank canvas on which you paint. You invite us to hold the brush, to feel the bristles, to choose the colors, and then you cringe as we begin to create scenes that do not include you. Guide our wayward brushes, O Lord, so that our paintings might include you at their center, so that the colors will swirl together in ways that are pleasing to you. Guide our wayward hearts, O Lord, so that the scenes we create together might contribute another drop in oceans of praise.
Amen