An evening prayer, not nearly so comprehensive as that of the Daily Office. Thanks for Mission St. Clare for making the components of the Office so readily available.
At the close of the day, I cannot help but wonder more than a little whether or not I did all I could do this day. Most likely, no. So again I ask forgiveness and for strength to rest well and to do better tomorrow, if I am to be so blessed as to have another day’s chance.
I remember being so proud of memorizing the child’s prayer when I was younger. The old picture with the glittered words was faded even then. I don’t know if I have it stored away in my cedar chest or not. The words, repeated often and before sleep, would draw me gently to a deep peace and an assuredly safe place, even though those very words suggested I might die in my sleep. It’s funny, isn’t it, that I’m not so keen to teach the original verse to my children. I haven’t exactly taught them to memorize any prayer. I guess I hope that they will learn the prayers on their own, following the example of the rest of our church family, eager to learn the words themselves. I know. I’m a wishful thinker.
My sleepy prayer this night is that you would bless the children and protect them. Indeed give us parents strength and patience. Maybe give the kids a dose of obedience; I do get tired of repeating myself. That’s my weakness, though. I’m not a perfect mother. I get tired.
Even in our fatigue, we are able to find inspiration, to be touched by Spirit in such a way that we might be inclined to live into our fullest potential. To do so would be to live more fully into Your image. O God, give us strength, and may all our work be so inspired.
Always, thanks be to You as we live and rest in your Light and Love.