Morning Manna, I hunger for a word from you. I’m having trouble entering this day with joy. Pressures of work and the personalities of people have tax my energy. Emotionally I feel edgy, mentally I feel scattered, and physically I feel worn.
May I taste and see that You are good. Feed me, Lord, that I might grow in grace toward others and rise up strong in you.
The rumble of thunder in the heavens reminds me of your fierce power–power to handle the entire universe, much less my personal tempests while I sleep.
I [try to -bc] rest in confidence.
Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers. © 2005 Patsy Clairmont Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group