Pray First, Prayer, Psalms

Praise The Lord

Praise The Lord
With awkward beauty
With good intentions
With well-meant gestures

Praise The Lord
With technical difficulties
With endless set-up
With incorrect hymn boards

Praise The Lord
With stiff hands
With tear-filled eyes
With worried mind

Praise The Lord
With open heart
With smiling face
With hopeful spirit

Praise The Lord!


After a prompt from Writing to God, by the wonderful Rachel Hackenberg.

I admit that I am several days behind in the book. The prompt for Day 10 took me in this direction when I read these particular verses and conflated them with a dream about a worship service, beautifully envisioned but awkwardly executed — a glimpse at the heavenly banquet complete with showered rose petals, but a long delay before Communion to reset the stage including the hymn boards — and woke to stiff hands reminding me of my own technical difficulties as I seek how I will serve God next.

Psalm 147:10-11 God doesn’t prize the strength of a horse; God doesn’t treasure the legs of a runner. No. The Lord treasures the people who honor him, the people who wait for his faithful love.


Pray First, Prayer

Great Maker and Baker

Photo by Rev. Holly Smith
Meanwhile, we are making mice.

Great Maker and Baker,
You set a table wide and long enough for all people.

However we look,
wherever we live,
whoever we love,
You welcome us.

We come through the doorway of Your house and sit in the room without walls.

We feel the warm breeze of your inspiriting breath.

The light of Your stars plays around us.

Your moon glints off the water.

The music of all beauty spreads beyond Your roof, encircling the world.

We greet old friends and embrace new ones.

We thread needles, cast on, draw fresh conclusions.

We pass the salt and butter the rolls.

We share Your goodness with each other.

We give our love.

We give our thanks to the One who made us.

(Another response to a prompt from Rachel Hackenberg. Grateful for last week.)

Orientation, Pray First, Prayer, Thanks

Thank you, thank you, thank you

This happies me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
This happies me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I give thanks every morning

Thank you
Thank you
Thank you

For the ways You move me, Lord,
Pushing me into the open

For the ways You have redeemed me,
Breaking open all the doors

For the new way You show me,
Leading past where I can see

I give thanks every night

Thank you
Thank you
Thank you

(A psalm, after a prompt from the marvelous and amazing Rachel Hackenberg, at the RevGalBlogPals Big Event 6.0.)