Father, Lord Jesus, hallowed be your name. I worship you today, Father and Lord Jesus. I worship you because you are God. You are eternal. I am not. I feel my own mortality this morning. I am ending. Thank you, Lord, for what I have and I worship you for what you are. You are strength. You are unchanging. You are unending.
Father, Lord Jesus, hallowed be your name. Forgive me, a sinner. I repent. I turn away. Father, today, is the the grind. Today is the unyielding machine. Help me to get through the workday without a scratch and survive to the portion of the day with the wife that is so pleasant and relaxing.
When the workday seems so weary, what do you do to make it more palatable?