How many times do I let my small soul cover up the image of God within me by living from the narrow spectrum of my fearful desires? Lord have pity on me. Summon the depths of my being and call the great soul within me to rebirth and reconfiguration.
Like Bartimamaeous, the blind man begging to be healed, let me refuse to be silent in my need. Let me come with joy into the presence of the Lord.
Gracious and loving God, grant us humility, that we may know our own blindness. Convict us with perseverance in prayer as we call on your son to convert our hearts. With each dawn, let us see your glory with new eyes and with each evening let us rest in peace. Through Christ, our Lord, Amen
Smitten With Goodness 