Father in heaven, open the eyes of Your servant so that I might see You walking near me through the glades of holy Scripture. When my nose is tickled by the sweet fragrance of compassion, make me stop and take a deep, meditative breath of Your Holy Word. Let me breathe in the grace so I can breathe out the mercy. Lord, when the flowers of Your promises come into full bloom, guide my hand to pick just the right one for my circumstance. Invite me, morning by morning, to gaze upon its beauty as it catches the light. In like manner, Lord, radiate Your Word in me from every petal gleaming against the dark backdrop of my distress. May the sound of turning pages remind me of my Savior’s footsteps guiding me along the path of everlasting truth. Truly, Jesus, You are the Way. You are the Word. I delight to commune with You in the garden of Scripture in the cool of the day. Under the beauty found in John 1:1-5 and the authority of Christ I pray.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through Him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made. In Him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
John 1:1-5, NIV
Let me breathe in the grace so I can breathe out the mercy-Amen!
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