Father, I worship you this morning because I am alive and that alone is the reason. Yesterday you reminded me just how fast this life can go away. A severely gashed leg, loss of lots of blood, out like a light and I was gone… Until I came back. I’m alive, Father. Thank you. This morning I worship you.
Father, I don’t know how much I’ll get to walk with you this morning. Just getting up and going to the coffee pot is painful and aching. Nevertheless, my goal is to get up, go to work, and walk with you in the warehouse this morning. I pray for your leading. I pray for your healing. I pray for your continued patience with your servant.
What words do you use when you’ve been wounded? What words connect you to the creator when you need healing?