Good morning, and happy Friday. The week has nearly run its course, and your voice is still a little scratchy from sleep. Good. God has been waiting for that exact voice.
"My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up." — Psalm 5:3 (KJV)
This morning's prayer Lord, here is my voice, still rough from sleep. I didn't bring it polished. I brought it anyway. This morning I lay my words out like letters on the table: the worry about the meeting, the one I love who is far away, the thanks I forgot to give yesterday. I seal them and hand them to you. Then I look up. Not at the clock, not at the screen, but at you, the way a child watches the gate for her father's car. You hear me. You always have. Send me into Friday with open eyes, so I notice your answers, even the small ones: a green light, a kind word, a quiet hour. Amen.
Today, on purpose:
Say one worry aloud to God before checking my phone.
Notice one small answer to prayer before lunch.
Thank someone today for something I never mentioned.