Jesus, I’m resting on a branch tonight after a full day. As promised, you provided. The voices of doubt and despair faded with the morning mist, and you simply asked that I stay focused on the moment at hand throughout the day.
I added a few names to my prayer journal today, and as I write them again tomorrow morning, I ask that you intercede for those with needs that I lift heavenward. Some needs are urgent, the burdens weighing heavy on friends at the side of family members facing eternity; I will pray for them again tonight.
Keep me in a comfortable cadence on these days when I need to remain vigilant in word and thought and action, making the most of the time you’ve asked me to steward. As the psalmist writes, “The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; they are soon gone, and we fly away. So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.”
I’ll number mine one day at a time.
Amen.
