Monday, April 17

A prayer for today: 5p

Almighty God, in this hour of quiet I seek communion with you. From the fret and fever of the day’s activities, from the world’s discordant noises, from the praise and blame of others, from the confused thoughts and vain imaginations of my own heart, I now turn aside and seek the quietness of your presence. All day long have I labored and struggled; but now, in stillness of heart and in the clear light of your eternity, I ponder the pattern my life has been weaving.

O Holy Spirit, let a great sense of your power and your glory fall upon me now, so that I may see all earthly things in their true measure.
Help me to grasp that one day is as a thousand years and a thousand years as one day to you.
Give me an understanding of your perfect holiness that will end all pride in my own success.
Give me now a vision of your uncreated beauty that will make me dissatisfied with all lesser beauties.
Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.[1]

I am content, Lord, to leave my life in your hands, believing that the very hairs upon my head are numbered by you. I am content to give over my will to your control, believing that I can find in you a righteousness that I could never have won for myself. I am content to leave all my dear ones to your care, believing that your love for them is greater than my own. I am content to leave in your hands the causes of truth and of justice, and the coming of your Kingdom in the hearts of all people, believing that my zeal for them is but a feeble shadow of your purpose. To you, O God, be glory forever. Amen

Paraphrase of A Diary of Private Prayer by John Baillie ©1949 Charles Scribner's Sons

[1] Emily Brontë