A few years ago I read, “Life Together” by Dietrich
Bonhoeffer (its on the WMF required reading list) – and the thing that has
stuck with me most from the book is a short statement he made that has become
my “morning prayer”
“At the threshold of
the day stands the One who made it.”
I call it my morning prayer – but really I should probably
call it my prayer of desperation. Usually uttered at the beginning of a day
that feels like too much. When I look ahead into a day, in the middle of a
season where everything feels like too much. When I think about what is going
on, the places I’ll be, the losses, conflict, exhaustion or questions I’m in
the middle of and I have no idea how I’m going to get through another day…in
desperation I declare that somehow the Lord is in the middle of that day too....he must be.
Last week at the beginning of a day of rest and nature and
beauty I (unintentionally) prayed my “morning prayer” from a place of joy and celebration…the
One who made the day was in the middle of the excitement and beauty and
adventure. It was a great surprise-treat to find my heart declaring those
familiar words from a very different emotional place.
He is here too.
“At the threshold of the day stands the One who made it.”
Always.
1 comment:
Just wrote this down. That's a keeper.
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