Scripps Sunday #107
Father, Son, and Spirit,
help me imagine you in the room
here with me.
Let me settle in.
Give me the grace to breathe in
the breath
that you have given me for this
moment.
Let me tiptoe in this space
as I know might sneak up on the
holy
here in my midst.
Let me peek over your shoulder
to see what you are up to.
Let me notice you, God, here
and now.
Show up in the objects and
spaces here.
Be tea.
Be books.
Be emails.
Be photos.
Hem me in, behind and before
you
and help me remember you at all
times.
Let me sit on your lap
In the largeness of your love.
Let me experience the Spirit
blowing through this house
sweeping away all the things
that
do not serve me or others or
you well
and leaving the things that
reflect
your delight.
Infuse this space with your grace.
Remind me that my labor is not
in vain
because you have called me by
name,
and you are with me.

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