Entering Calm

Lord of Shabbat,

I praise you for rest,

the rock of my salvation,

safety and security are in you alone,

laying all soul weariness at your feet,

comforted and refreshed under your talit,

drinking from your springs of living water,

you are the source of life,

your presence heals and revives.

I put aside the distractions,

my worries and cares I cast onto you,

I choose to quiet my soul,

be still,

and draw near,

trusting you will draw nearer still.

Thank you for your open arms,

that you never stop waiting,

with open arms, embracing heart,

I praise you for choosing me,

that you are all I need, will ever need.

You are my everything Lord,

I bless your Name.

Amen.

Glad In Love

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God,

I praise you for your love,

your exuberant, exhilarating delight,

your lively, happy, captivating joy,

so close, so intimate,

and yet utterly holy, wild, unknown.

You are an all-consuming fire,

cleansing, burning, refining away

all that hinders your love,

and your love always wins.

Patient, kind, and long-suffering,

you always wait for my stumbling steps,

and cherish my willing, bumbling heart,

and you give me time and space,

freedom

in every stage,

in all my imperfections.

Your love sets me free,

to follow you,

to dance with your Word,

to obey and love you back,

I delight in your love,

your joy in me is my strength.

I bless you and love you Lord,

Amen.

Well Of Life

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Lord,

You are the fountain of living water

that will never run dry;

an unending source of life and healing,

refreshing my depths,

revitalizing, comforting, and renewing.

My wells had been dry

as grief and despair consumed me,

and drove me to broken cisterns nearby,

quick, convenient, fleeting in their promises of relief.

But in my depths, you had mercy.

As I cried out from parched earth,

withered soul and broken body,

you had mercy.

Washing my hurts and wounds,

cleansing away unsavory lies and sin,

nurturing where I was weak,

encouraging my spirit,

emboldening brave,

you were always with me,

waiting for me to turn to you.

By your mercy, you’ve allowed me to come,

now a broken, contrite spirit after years of destructive striving,

with empty hands and nothing to offer but my praise and thanks.

I love your salvation and continuing, unending mercy and loving grace.

You are life.

I love you Lord, have your way in me.

Amen.

With Him

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Lord,

I thank you that when I surrendered to you,

you came in and made your home in the midst of my heart,

kindling a cozy fire within,

to draw close to you with all my thoughts and emotions,

making it alright, just to come and sit,

enjoy you, and be me.

I draw close to you,

in awe of the warmth of your silence,

the comfort of your strength,

the kindness of your presence.

You are safe.

You cover my weakness.

You restore my soul.

I come as I am,

broken, exhausted, and lost,

and I find you,

listening to me.

To my voice, my heart,

my starts and stops, my confusion.

Your questions arrest me,

make me think,

your Word changes me,

bringing light and restoration,

wholeness, life, and healing.

Surrendering to you,

I realize, has always meant empowering me,

to be wholly, fully, all that you created me to be.

Lord, I am yours,

and you are mine.

I love you.

Amen.

Humble Messiah

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Beautiful Yeshua,

I remember your coming,

stooping so low

making yourself nothing,

to step into our lives

humbly you came into skin.

You submitted yourself,

vulnerable to the elements,

human frailty and weakness,

the powers and politics of darkness, chaos, and suffering.

You came.

You lived.

To die.

And you died and rose again!

You wanted to be with me,

you wanted to give me your perfect, righteous, obedient life.

Thank you for coming and giving everything to save me.

I praise you Yeshua.

Amen.

Woman of Valor

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Lord,

I thank you for your vision set before me,

of a woman of valor,

a woman of strength,

a formidable army marching between two banners,

donned with bright silver armor,

and illuminated with holiness, fortitude, and chastity.

A light glows from within her,

and her righteousness shines like the dawn,

the justice of her King’s cause like the noonday sun.

She is disciplined and compassionate,

boundaried and merciful,

a city on a hill with strong walls surrounding her.

All who see her,

see the reflection of your beauty and glory.

A woman submitted to you Lord,

is a woman of valor to be praised.

Amen.