Bless the Lord, O you his angels, you mighty ones who do his bidding.
|A Prayer Diary||
But my eyes have turned toward you, O God, my Lord; in you I seek refuge; do not leave me defenseless.
May those who sow in tears reap with shouts of joy. Those who go out weeping, bearing the seed of sowing shall come home with shouts of joy, carrying their sheaves.
You will not fear the terror of the night, or the arrow that flies by day, or the pestilence that starks in the darkness or the destruction that wastes at noonday.
But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God. I trust in the steadfast love of God.
Lord, let me know my end, and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.
I declare that your steadfast love is established forever; your faithfulness is as firm as the heavens.
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.