|A Prayer Diary||
But my eyes are turned toward you, O God, my Lord; in you I seek refuge; do not leave me defenseless.
And he said to them, “Why are you afraid, you of little faith?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a dead calm.
Matthew 8: 24
Nicodemus, who had first come to Jesus by night, also came bring a mixture of myrrh and aloes….
And during supper Jesus…got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself.
My God in his steadfast love will meet me; my God will let me look in triumph on my enemies.
When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.”
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.