Father, grant me a heart of wisdom,
that remembers that You
clothe the grass that will
tomorrow
be burned.
That You allot our boundaries and
number our days.
That simple acts –
preparing a meal,
tidying up,
resting –
are to be done for Your glory.
Grant me the heart of wisdom
that knows that
the dishes will need washed again,
the meals cooked,
the crumbs brushed,
soap, shoes, light bulbs
replaced.
That living means
using up,
expiring,
depleting,
whilst being made new,
completed, whole.
That the everyday is moulded into worship in the hands
of the Master.
My minutes to be offered,
for all that You would purpose,
regardless of their impermanence.
Remembering the grass, the lilies, the sparrows,
the manna given daily,
the times of rest, the seasons, the sunrises,
fading, fleeting, spent,
renewed.
The little multiplied for greater good,
the unlovely transformed to glory,
the repetitive producing that which endures.
All the mundane
transformed
into glory that is greater
than the sum of the work.
“The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness” (Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV).
“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them” (Ephesians 2:10 ESV).
