Father,
My days roll
together with little to mark them. One rolls swiftly into the other and I lose
track. Show me how to make sense of my days.
Only you can
give me purpose. Only you can transform each hour into something far more than
sixty minutes. Far more than sand dropping through the small aperture of
pinched glass. Only you can show me how to make these hours filled with seconds
count.
Show me how
to pray unceasingly. Show me how to listen expectedly. Teach me to be quick to
listen. Slow to speak. Slow to become angry. Show me what it means to truly be
kind to someone—far more than simple courtesy.
Father,
today help me to understand that eternity begins in the hour I am currently abiding.
Enable me to comprehend that I don’t have to wait for eternity—your kingdom is
here now. Right now. In each second that ticks past on the clock I am walking
out into eternity. Help me to live in such a way that it makes a difference. We
keep saying we want to make our lives count for eternity—we can do that if we
live right now. In this minute make it count.
Father,
remind me that today is made of minutes. Minutes to be spent and used for your
glory. Often I waste them because I am perpetually looking toward the next hour
or day. Please, Father, show me how to live in the moment—not for Hallmark
purposes—but for yours.
Show me how
to live the eternity that is mine right now.
Amen
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