God, help me find your rhythm in the irregularities of life. Let me find your steady beat In the strange. Free my mind and soul to ride The sound waves of your call. And give me the grace to improvise.
God, I give you thanks For communication and validation Expressed without the restraints of words, For the nod of a head, an empathetic groan, For a well-timed hug, For eye contact that seems to hold another’s story in loving embrace, For silly exchanges Emanating a more profound joy, For tears flowing from a place deep within. I so often find you in the wordless moments, God. And these moments feed my soul.
Prayerful thoughts after reading Matthew 21:1-17 O God, who in Jesus made grand entrances in the humblest form, Teach us to embrace celebration with humility, to oppose injustice, to resist evil, to offer healing, and to follow your lead. For these are the ways of Jesus, the blessed one, the sent one, Who reveals the unfolding reign of God. O God, who in Jesus made grand entrances in the humblest form, Prepare our bodies, minds, and souls to follow Jesus, So that we, too, may reveal your unfolding reign. Amen.
God, it seems there is always a deadline, a destination, a driving force that accounts for our hurried lives; and we hold onto impatience, anxiety, depression, and stress far too often. O God, we confess that we charge ahead, when body, mind, and soul beg us to “slow down.” So we ask, God: help us slow down.
Oh, it can be so hard to slow our determined, hurried pace. Sometimes crowds force us to slow down, and we respond with frustration or anger. Sometimes art makes us slow down and engage our senses more fully. Then again, sometimes the crowd and the art come together, like the crowd that met Jesus as he rode into Jerusalem and the art of singing and dancing “Hosanna!”
Prayerful Thoughts Before Bed
O God, I’m tired. My body longs for rest, but my mind is full of thoughts vying for attention. Somehow, I do not think that quieting my thoughts makes sense right now, but I’m willing to let them drift into the thought-space of sleep. And I wonder if sleep is really the time when the brain gets to work and processes what we’ve observed? Does sleep really restore the human body so it serves as the repair shop for the stiffness or aches from the day? If sleep is so restorative, God, I must ask: what does sleep do for the soul?