Each New Year's Day, I repeat the same pattern of events. I wake up early, run 3 miles, eat a healthy breakfast and I determine to spend time each day with the Lord for it is from Him I know I will find strength, perseverance, forgiveness, and wisdom. I journal, I pray, and I then I peter. Around March, I get caught up in the business of life and children, my own and the neighborhood's, and the ministry the Lord has given us here. My time with the Father wains.
I know better. But my actions speak louder.
In light of the knowledge of my inconsistency, this is my prayer for the New Year. I love the way the Puritans prayed...
O, my Saviour,
Thank you from the depths of my being
for your wondrous grace and love
in bearing my sin in your own body on the tree.
May your cross be to me
as the tree that sweetens my bitter Marahs,
as the rod that blossoms with life and beauty,
as the brazen serpent that calls forth the look of faith.
By your cross crucify my every sin;
Use it to increase my intimacy with yourself;
Make it to the ground of all my comfort,
the liveliness of all my duties,
the sum of all your gospel promises,
the comfort of all my afflictions,
the vigour of my love, thankfulness, graces,
the very essence of my religion.
And by it give me that rest without rest,
the rest of ceaseless praise.
And forgive me for lying about the running thing and the healthy breakfast.