Good morning, Father.
Thank you for keeping me safe, keeping me alive, giving me a chance to live free. Father, I lift myself into your hands, and leave myself there. I look to you and ask you to guide me step by step through this day, for I feel I cannot see very far ahead at all. It is enough, just to survive, and get some work done, make some progress. It is enough, just to not give up and sleep all day or just watch movies or something nonproductive and “easy” on myself. I don’t desire to disappoint you or my earthly husband. I desire to heal and grow and become more respectable to my own self. Help me, Father. I give myself to you, and I trust you.
Psalm 147:1-18 ERV
Praise the LORD because he is good. Sing praises to our God. It is good and pleasant to praise him.
The LORD rebuilds Jerusalem. He brings back the Israelites who were taken as prisoners.
He heals their broken hearts and bandages their wounds.
He counts the stars and knows each of them by name.
Our Lord is great and powerful. There is no limit to what he knows.
The LORD supports the humble, but he shames the wicked.
Give thanks to the LORD. Praise our God with harps.
He fills the sky with clouds. He sends rain to the earth. He makes the grass grow on the mountains.
He gives food to the animals. He feeds the young birds that cry out.
War horses and powerful soldiers are not what he cares about.
The LORD enjoys people who worship him and trust in his faithful love.
Jerusalem, praise the LORD! Zion, praise your God!
He makes your gates strong, and he blesses the people in your city.
He brought peace to your country, so you have plenty of grain for food.
He gives a command to the earth, and it quickly obeys.
He makes the snow fall until the ground is as white as wool. He makes sleet blow through the air like dust.
He makes hail fall like rocks from the sky. No one can stand the cold he sends.
Then he gives another command, and warm air begins to blow. The ice melts, and water begins to flow.
Father, please have mercy on me this day and help me to move forward, past these broken places in myself. Heal me, make me whole again. Make me into a more pleasing version of myself, for you. As you knit me back together, I ask that you make a design that brings you delight. Thank you, Father!