|A Prayer Diary||
Lord, I am your servant. I am your servant, the child of your serving girl. You have loosed my bonds.
“Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan, I will now rise up,” says the Lord; “I will place them in the safety for which they long.”
Be to me a rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.
Word and Image
offers two parts of my morning ritual, scripture and visual art. I make no
attempt to related the two (as I do in my daily quote and blog entries) and
yet, sometimes that will happen, for as we know God works in mysterious ways.