I awake to the alarm, think of people needing prayer, and pray for them. Always we are in need.

I long for God’s presence, to draw near Him as He draws near to me. It is a shared running to one another.

I want to hear His gentlest whisper, His most tender love song, feel the nudge of His Spirit urging me to move in His direction.

I want His glory – show me Your glory, Lord! Like You did for Moses, that it may be reflected in my own countenance.

I want to see with eyes of faith today and be filled with hope. I want to learn contentment a little more, living with little or much.

I want to see and be grateful for all the gifts I have received and that continually fall like showers of blessings.

I want to love like I am loved, without prejudice or judgment, giving grace out of the bounty I have received beyond measure.

I want to show kindness and be tender, to feel compassion and offer mercy as it has been dealt to me.

I am a needy soul, longing for much, the nearness of Jesus my Savior. To know His love and be filled with the fullness of God. To experience communion with Immanuel.

This is my prayer to the One who is able to do more than I can ask or imagine, according to His power at work in me.

To Him alone be glory, both now and forever. Amen.

Sunday grace.