“There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place of the dwelling of the Most High. God is in the midst of her; therefore shall she not be removed; God shall help her at the break of day.”*
Thank you, Lord, for this psalm today. Thank you for the will to come to you in prayer when there are a thousand things I should do, things I would rather do, if I am honest, than make myself known to your holiness.

Pick the sparkling scales of apathy from our eyes, scrub us clean, wash our hearts and so let us see that stream, the way the water bubbles over the rocks, the echo of hymns and prayers hidden deep in the sound of your rushing water.
Help us to see and to hear YOU in the midst of us, help us to hold on, to believe that we shall not be moved, that your saving help is coming; that for someone we ARE that saving help.
We are weary, Lord. Send us strength, rest, courage.
Amen.
*Psalm 46
Alicia Hager resides in West Michigan and is a Postulant to the Sacred Order of Priests in the Episcopal Church. Alicia enjoys spending time with her daughters and her husband, is bonkers about her cats, and blogs at astrawberrypointe.wordpress.com.
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Scales of apathy best seen in my own eye rather than ID’d in someone else’s!
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