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?

Ah, how I praise you, my Lord, for your supremacy and power. I laud you for truth and justice which is established by you, and love and mercy that pours out from you. Love is demanding and you never waver from it. If I wander from you, you call my name and run after me to bring me back. You never stop to rest. You never give up on me.  You accept all the responsibilities of love and do everything possible to make it bud and blossom in my heart. Your love will never let me go.

Complaining is the coward’s way. Complaining is helplessness and wanting someone else to solve whatever I want solved. Complaining is a first-cousin of accusing. That is Satan’s way. He wants me to accuse God of causing the problems he causes. Satan, go away from me.

Thank you, Jesus, for dying in my place and facing death and hell for me. Satan didn’t think you could pull it off  but you did.  None of us could have escaped him, so you did it for us, opening the gate out of our captivity to you. You paid the ransom. Then you undid what Satan did; you returned to life!  You made it possible for me to do the same when I die ~ come back to life and live forever.  You made it possible to escape inevitable hell and go to the safety of heaven.

I do not deserve what you did for me. You are so good to me. Open the door, Lord, Open the door and let me enter your realm to live forever with you, my Lord and my God.

I praise you, my amazing Lord, because you are the Creator of all I see and sense and even that which is too small or too far away for me to know. When I look up in the sky and see more stars than can be counted and know I am just a spec in it all, I am overwhelmed with your largeness, your greatness, your magnitude. Yet, I am not too small for you to see and my voice is not too weak for you to hear. How I long to be with you where you are.

Help me not complain. Only a fool complains. When things do not go my way, help me realize what is happening is your will. Remind me always that, wherever I am, whatever I do, I have enough.

Thank you for the new dawn with all the possibilities that lie ahead for me. Refocus my energies to reach out to others as your ambassador.  Thank you for these glorious spring days that you have given me to clear away the cobwebs accumulated during the winter’s rest. Springtime awakens in me a desire to plant my garden, to walk along lazy paths, to watch the birds find the perfect spot and build their cozy nests. Thank you for springtime.

I praise you, Jehovah, for you are eternal in friendship, love, justice, mercy. You provide hope and permanence as you draw me to yourself in your world, in heavenly realms. How sinful I am and how perfect you are! You love me still.  Your love is more powerful than the mightiest mountain, more commanding than the domineering sun, more glorious than the greatest galaxy.  Ah, my Lord, I love you so.

Father, deep down I am lonely. Why is that? Is it because I have centered my life around myself? Help me reach out to others and center my life around them.

Thank you for materializing as Jesus, you in flesh. Then we were able to see and hear how you would speak and act in every kind of life situation. More, you conquered Satan, that shadowy and mysterious ruler of darkness that enshrouds the world with his lies that good is bad and bad is good. Still, you speak to the world in your Book, showing us how to be more than conquerors through you. May I never forget you and your words. Place them in my heart forever so I may thank you from one end of eternity to beyond.