A prayer, about … This Sunday.

 “But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, ‘You are my God.’ My times are in your hands; …” (Ps. 31:14,15)

 O Lord,

  Forgive my inattentive ways … to your ways.
My life is nothing like you.
For, you are patient; I am not.
You see and hear everything; nothing escapes your notice.
My feeble eyes of faith? On most days, I am truly blind to notice your good plan.

The noise of life, and the roar of meaningless activity all around me,
“Hardens” my hearing;
Yes, I am ‘hard of hearing’ you’re still, small voice.

 As your faithful morning sun peeks over the distant mountain of this Sun-day,
I am benefactor  of the goodness and provision of my God.
The Songwriter, in The Book mentioned it:
“… O Lord, I say, ‘You are my God. My times are in your hands.’

  I don’t say things like that nearly enough.
I don’t acknowledge you, my faithful God, nearly often enough.

For a certainty, You are my God; and my times are indeed ‘cupped’ in your strong and firm grip
I am cradled, like some small, helpless child, in the very palm of your hands.

  What is it about me, Lord, I wonder?
Why am I so ignorant of your attentive watch over my life?

For, too often, I walk right on by my day’s beginning,
Without so much as a ‘Good morning, Lord,’
Or a nod?
Or a wave?

How can I not be more careful to acknowledge the God who causes all good things to occur?

 Good God. On this Sunday, I tell you what the ages have known: You are a good God.
Help me to watch for You, and may my noticing
Cause me to humbly declare that You, O Lord,
are Indeed, my good God.

I know that, full well.
But too often, I fail to be grateful for this absolute truth:
There is no good thing that visits my life apart from your steady hand delivering it.

You, who know no change, will you change me?
Like David, of old, will you begin a new construction project in my life?
Create a place of gratitude
And gratefulness;
A place of ‘notice.’

You, who know all there is to know … about all there is to know.
Help me to experience you in a fresh way, Today,
And to actually notice that you have chosen
To make the mere and mundane moments
Of all my “todays” Your habitation.

 You are, for a certainty, the God of this today.
There are no ‘mere moments’ where you are concerned.
You are the forever God, who chose to step into those two boundaries you created and set in place:
Tiime, and Space.

You inhabit the ’now’ of my life,
Without my even taking notice on most days.

 I am a mere man; but You?
You are not merely a god, one of many that men imagine and construct of their own design.

You are God, the only God there is, from everlasting to everlasting.
You are the Eternal God,
Who has visited upon this Sunday
Your abundant provision and blessing.

Lest I forget, I now lift my voice, and sing my worship to you.
Yes, today I will sing along with the Songwriter:

 ‘I trust in you, O Lord. I say, “You are my God; my times are in your hands.”’

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