Another Sunday.  Another church service.  Another week begins.

How will I spend the precious time I’m given?  A day, an hour, a minute, a moment.

There is no promise of tomorrow.  There is only today.  Will I fret and worry, let me heart swirl, uncontrolled in anxiety?  Will I plan and organize and purpose to do things, build things as a monument to myself?  Will I love, forgive, encourage?  Will I invest in the temporal or the eternal?

God gives me the choice.  It is His gift of freedom.  But He offers me the wisdom and the Word to see a better way, the best way to live out this one wild and beautiful life I have.

Dear Father above,

You are gracious, merciful, and full of compassion and understanding.  You are good.  You are holy.

Forgive me for squandering your gift, for using it in senseless and worthless ways.  You know my heart.  You know the things that frustrate me and get me off track so easily.  I cast down every thought and imagination that exalts itself above the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord and Savior who lived His wild and beautiful life to the full.  Abundantly.  In complete submission to Your will.

I want to live like that.  I am weak and helpless to do it on my own.  Fill me with the fullness of your Spirit and let me recognize once again that You have already provided everything I need to live a life pleasing to you.  A victorious life.  A life worth living.

It is in Jesus’ name I ask,

Amen

Sunday grace.

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