God of the universe, you think of everything.  You gave us morning, day, evening, and night. All good in their own way for starting, doing, stopping, and resting.  Each day has its own mosaic. Seasons of the year are a mosaic too. Life is a mosaic. So are my friends you gave me, and my enemies too.  Even you are, for I was fashioned like you. All things work together for your pleasure and mine as long as I follow you. I wonder what you have in mind for my mosaic today. What color will today be? Whether light or dark, bright or dull, I will praise you for it.

My Father, sometimes I have a hard time distinguishing between pride and spreading the word about something I have done that will inspire others. Keep me from pride.

Thank you for loving me and saving my soul. Thank you for preparing a place for me in your eternal world. Oh, how I long to transfer from this world to your perfect one. And thank you for the opportunities I have in this world to stand up for you and fight Satan and his wiles and false promises of happiness.  Working for you is sometimes hard, but it makes me stronger and more like you. And I know that, whatever you promise, it will come true.

How I praise you, my God, for your goodness and grace, might and mercy, wonder and warmth, toil and tenderness, wrath and righteousness, life and love. I cannot begin to describe your greatness.  The earth with everything in and on it declares your majesty. The heavens proclaim your splendor. Ah, my Lord, I love you so. And I worship you.

The other day, Lord, I read about some people who communicate with the dead and they were so convincing. Luckily, I was able to search your Bible and learned you forbid such things because they are distortions of what is true. Satan distorted what you said in the Garden of Eden by making the forbidden so wonderful and he is still doing it.

You are doing everything possible to save me and everyone else in the world. You never stop trying. You gave me free will and shall not force me to come to you for refuge from Satan’s masquerades and empty promises.  So, you keep trying. When I begin to wander, you bring me back. When I spend my time selfishly, you nudge me. And you gave your Bible so I can read your mind and heart. Together we shall conquer Satan. Thank you, dear Lord, for loving me so tirelessly.

You are so amazing, My Lord. You are so big, no one can really see you. Seeing you is like trying to see a 100-story building of different colors of marble, decorated with majestic columns, splendid filigree under the roof and around all the windows, and statues on each side of a grand stairway and on the roof.  Seeing you is like standing an inch from that building and seeing only a little wood or brick and that’s all.  I have such a limited view of the building, I cannot begin to understand its grandeur. In the same way, when I try to see you as you are, my human view is so limited, I cannot begin to understand all that you are. How I long for the day when my faith in you will become sight.

I still complain sometimes when it is so unnecessary. Lord, when I catch myself complaining, help me to at least end it with acknowledging the blessings I do have and that I love you still and trust you fully.

Lord, thank you for the things I take for granted ~ dishes to eat off of, paved streets, electricity, flowers, butterflies, puppies, stars, friends, busses, food, cotton, trees, water. Also for all those prophets through the ages who wrote down your divine words and all those who translated them into the languages of the world. So much to thank you for. Are you smiling, God? Me too.  I’m smiling too.

I lift up my voice in only a whisper and you hear me.  I take small steps to help someone in need and you make them giant leaps.  I write a note to someone who is sick and you make it a love letter. No matter how puny my efforts, you make them grow and thrive beyond my greatest hopes. You are the soul searcher, the life giver, the dream Maker.  How I adore you, my Lord.

I was attending a meeting, and the leader said it would be better for the company that we all say a certain employee was not present the week before.  I knew that was not true, but the others agreed.  I tried to object, but did not try very hard.  I went along with all the others. I was afraid of being fired. Lord, forgive me and help me figure out a way to make it right.

Lord God, you love me even when I do not love you back. You honor me even when I do not honor you back. You have given me so much materially and spiritually. I do not understand such love. And those who do not know you ~ may they realize what they are missing. I sit here in the quiet of the morning and watch the birds flit around, building their nests. The wind chimes are twinkling ever so slightly. Thank you for all this and more.

When I praise you, my heart is lifted up beyond myself. Though I may be low and powerless, weak and sinful, you always remain high and mighty far above the universe, the work of your hands. You never change. You remain great, regardless of what happens to me or to anyone else. You are always there for me, ready to step into any situation for my benefit. My eyes are ever fixed on you. You are my life.

Oh, my, Father. I let a word slip yesterday that I never say.  Where did that come from? I shocked myself.  I was so embarrassed. If something like that happened to me, how hard it must be for people who say obscenities all the time? I need to go to those who heard me and tell them. They say obscenities, but perhaps, when they see how embarrassed I became, they might admit their own struggles with obscenities. I am so sorry.

Thank you, Lord God, for sending your Words to be spoken and lived by flesh and blood. Not only that, but this part of you took my place so I would not end up in hell. You have made the impossible easy. To live again forever became possible because of your sacrifice. And, Lord, it is so quiet and peaceful this morning. A few birds greet the sun and add a lilt to the quiet.  Peace. Quiet. Calming to the soul. So precious.

Lord, you are my heart. It swells at the thought of you. Your love is colossal in a world of the ordinary. Your storehouses are full of your grace. You are more. You are powerful above and beyond all else. The mountains quake when they hear your voice.  The hills run and hide. The whales dive deeper. None can escape you.  Many want to escape you by pretending you do not exist. Not me.  My heart runs toward you until, at last, you open your door and let me in.

Father, I complained about something again yesterday. I know that complaining is the same thing as accusing you of withholding something from me. Help me, when I am tempted to complain, to bless instead. Help me.

It is raining outside. It has been a while since we have had rain. The new crops need your water of life. The animals awakening out of their winter’s sleep need your water of life. I listen to the gentle drops of rain and think of your smile. I, too, smile and thank you for remembering us when the time is right. Thank you for the rain. And thank you for pouring down from heaven the crystal dew drops of your love.

Ah, how I praise you, Lord Almighty.  Your grace flows from your throne on high to me in my finiteness.  You are my heart. You are my soul. You are my being. You created me and, like a pet who retrieves what belongs to its master, I retrieve the soul you sent to earth and run to return it to my master. You send me out to fetch souls for you and I do my best to bring each back to his Maker.   It is my delight to return them to you. I see your smile. I see your open arms. I see your love.

What could I have done yesterday that I did not do? There are those people who have invited me to come see them but I did not. Forgive me once again, Lord. Do not tire of forgiving me. I am trying. Help me try harder.

You are all knowing and all wise, Lord God. Further, you have shared your knowledge and wisdom with me in your Bible. You have placed in it all situations a person can ever face and show me what to do and not do. You enter my thoughts and words with your own thoughts and words. You hear my prayers. You are so kind and good to me. May I thank you with my words, my hands, my feet, my smiles, my joys amidst pain and suffering. With you, troubles flutter away in a mist and glory follows them.

My heart burns within me at the thought of you, Mighty God, ruler of the universe, knower of all things. You protect me by taking away those who would harm me for their own selfish reasons. They hate you because you ruin their plans to make me one of them.  Your ways of rightness are powerful and cannot be defeated. You are my watchtower, my sword, my shield, my wall of salvation from the Evil one.

An angry person accused me of a wrong I had done. I became upset and told them they were wrong about me. But when I returned home, I realized they were right after all. It is so hard to see myself as others do. Help me open my eyes and stop doing what they accused me of.

How I long to go home.  You have made it so easy: Just close my eyes here and open them in your throne room.  Sometimes life is hard. I am not complaining; I know you give me my assignments. But sometimes I want to rest. I thank you for my temporary times of rest here and a forever rest in your heaven. Thank you for opening your door to me. Someday I will walk through that door and enter the home you have prepared for me. Keep the door open, Lord. Keep it open for me. I’m coming. I’m coming home.

I praise you, God of Glory ~ strong in the power of love, mighty in strength of mercy, king of all that is good. When Satan destroys, you restore. When Satan hates, you love. When Satan accuses, you forgive.  You are the light of the world in Satan’s darkness. When he knocks down my dreams, you give me an extra measure of hope. When he sends enemies to me, you are my shield and the wall of my salvation. When he hates me, you shove him aside and embrace me.

Lord, Satan sends me so many fun things to do that make me neglect you. He wants me to forget you completely. Do not let him. Stand between him and me. Restore in me the desire to do your work on earth.

Thank you, God, for all you did to save me from Satan. It took so long and is still going on.  Two thousand years of no laws, two thousand years of Moses’ many laws, two thousand years of faith in the only one who kept those laws perfectly ~ Jesus the Messiah. You left heaven to be one of us and do for us what we were too weak to do. You conquered death and sin and Satan. Your strength overwhelms me, your love overpowers me. Thank you.

Mighty God, I am so small and puny. You are so large and great. Yet, you love me. I am so sinful, you are so perfect. Still you love me. I am so self-serving, you are so others-serving. I continue to be undeserving. You continue to love anyway. In my self-will and thinking that I know more than you, I continue to run from your goodness. You continue to run after me, calling out, “Return to me. You’ll be safe with me..”  Such love overwhelms me. I fall at your feet and feel your warmth and smile as you lean low and kiss my cheek.

Father, I do not know how to search my heart nor to let go of my sins.  I listen to Satan and hoard them to his delight. Help me, God.

Ah, my Lord, you are so good to me, God of all creation and peoples. You notice me though I am so small, and bless me beyond my wildest imagination. Am I using your blessings for your glory? Why have I been so blessed? I have food to keep me alive and healthy, I have clothing to keep me modest and covered against wounds. I have shelter to keep me from the elements.  Then there are the spiritual blessings you have given me. You even know my name. How can I thank you enough for it all?