Father of creation,
Son born into time,
Spirit within me today,
I turn my complaint into confession:
What feels like not enough
Is really me trying to have more—
I’m not recognizing you give me what I need.
Temper my greed,
So that I can live well
Within the margins of today.
May I not use the minutes
As if they are currency
Spent on my must-haves.
Rather, may I receive each hour
As the gift it is—
A place to live with you.
Give me eyes to see:
When quick is good
And hurry is unholy.
Give me ears to hear:
When lingering is love
And loitering is lazy.
Give me hands to touch:
When action is healing
And refrain when not.
Give me humility to ask:
When help is needed
And pride is isolating.
Settle me into this day,
Aware and thankful
Of being with You.
Amen
Having been a burnt-out leader in the church, Kimberley Mulder discovered her pace with grace, and now writes to sustain your soul as you serve at www.KimberleyMulder.com. She loves to tend souls with a listening ear and a reflective heart, and is currently pursuing her Master’s in Ministry at Portland Seminary with the goal of becoming a Spiritual Director. The outdoors is always calling her name, so when not tethered to a computer, you can find her exploring, gardening, and taking pictures anywhere outside of four walls (some of which make their way on to Instagram @writerkimberleymulder). Her husband and three kids journey with her, adding purpose, delight, and depth to her one and precious life.
