MorningPrayer Sunday

Dear God,
      Time and memory are fickle companions; sometimes our yesterdays feel like our today and present as our tomorrows.  Sometimes, when we close our eyes and breathe deeply of the spirit we walk with Jesus and he touches our foreheads and smears it with grace. We walk in the Kingdom of his vision and weep quietly in the Garden. We long for that which we can't have, the past of our ambition.  But you, God, know best. We bow our head to your loving guidance. We submit. AMEN

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