NIGHT PRAYER: Saturday 10/21

Had a frightening thought today, Lord:
    that you know exactly (to a nanosecond*)
    just how much time I've wasted in my life...

I'm frightened 
because it could be that cumulatively,
I've wasted years of my life,
years of the precious time you gave me
to live, to love, to grow, 
    to think, to share, to learn, to know 
        to rest, to play, create and pray...

Every moment of my existence, Lord,
    has been a gift from you
and often, way too often,
   I've frittered away and squandered 
        the precious time you gave me 
- and that's all time that's gone now -
    time I'll never find or have again...
For all the moments, hours, days and weeks,
    the months and years I've wasted,
        Lord, have mercy...

And make me, Lord, a more faithful steward
of all the time that's left to me:
    the hours, the days, the weeks, the months,
    the many years I hope you have in store for me
        to think on all you've done for me,
        to share the gifts you've given me,
        to learn and know and grow in faith,
        to play in joy and rest in you,
        to make the world a better place,
        to spend more time in prayer
        and to love you, Lord, as you love me
        and love my neighbor as myself...
Time is such a precious gift,
    don't let me waste a moment, Lord,
but help live and spend it well
    'til my time here is ended
        and eternity is mine...
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
    and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
    and asleep, rest in your peace...
*A nanosecond is a billionth of a second.
Tonight's music a simple, beautiful song about all
the holy moments that fill our every day...
As Holy As A Day Is Spent by Carrie Newcomer

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Holy is the dish and drainThe soap and sink and the cup and plateWarm wool socks and the cold white tile
Shower heads and good dry towelsAnd frying eggs sound like psalmsWith bits of salt measured in my palmIt's all a part of a sacramentAs holy as a day is spent
Holy is the busy streetThe cars that boom with passion's beatAnd the check out girl counting changeAnd the hands that shook my hands today
And hymns of geese fly overheadAnd spread their wings like their parents didBlessed be the dog that runs in her sleepTo chase some wild and elusive thing
Holy is the familiar roomAnd quiet moments in the afternoonAnd folding sheets like folding handsTo pray as only laundry can
I'm letting go of all my fearLike autumn leaves made of earth and airFor the summer came and the summer wentAs holy as a day is spent
Holy is the place I standTo give whatever small good I canAnd the empty page and the open bookRedemption everywhere I look
Unknowingly we slow our paceIn the shade of unexpected graceAnd with grateful smiles and sad lamentAs holy as a day is spent
And morning light sings providenceAs holy as a day is spent




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