Thank you, God, for this new day, for the life you are giving each member of my family: Thank you for [name each member of the immediate family, not forgetting yourself]. Bless each one of us with the strength and health we need to serve you today, with the joy we need not to give in to discouragement, anger, or boredom, with the protection we need against physical and moral danger, and with the love we need to give hope to those we meet.
This post is an excerpt from The Woman’s Book of Prayer by Becca Anderson, which can be found at Amazon and Mango Media.
There is joy
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
in the spoon and the chair
that cry, “hello there, Anne,”
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
and I mean,
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.
So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
– Anne Sexton
This post is an excerpt from Prayers for Hard Times by Becca Anderson, which can be found at Amazon and Mango Media.