A Prayer for the Day — January 7, 2025
Rev. Dr. Garrett J. Andrew

O Keeper of cracked phone screens,
who sees the shatter and the strain,
and still calls it beautiful—
teach me to see myself as you do,
a mosaic of mercy,
held together by your love.

O Mechanic of the muddied machine,
who doesn’t mind the grease and grime,
you work within the wreckage,
repairing what I can’t,
turning my fractures into forward motion.

O Conductor of tangled threads,
patient with the knots I create,
you unravel the chaos I carry,
and weave it into harmonies
I didn’t know could rise within me.

O Teacher of the ticking mind,
who sees the endless scrolling,
and the restless pursuit of what never satisfies,
you whisper stillness
into the static of my heart.

O Gardener of the hidden hollows,
where weeds of worry and doubt take root,
you cultivate something holy in the shadows,
reminding me that even thorns
can bloom with brilliance.

O Chef of the sacred table,
who stirs the simmering pot of my soul,
blending the bitter and the sweet,
seasoning my days with grace,
and feeding me with nourishment unspoken…

teach me to rest, not in apathy,
but in trust—
trust that the unmade bed,
the unanswered email,
the unfinished to-do list,
are all held in the vastness of your care.
Help me to see the sacred in the ordinary:
in the buzz of a notification,
in the ache of a long day’s work,
in the laugh lines carved by years of love and loss.
Lead me to the still spaces,
where I can hear your quiet hum
in the background noise of my days.

Restore me, not to what I was,
but to what I am becoming.
Hold me in your hands,
mending my scattered shards into sacred wholeness,
and guide me, one step at a time,
to the wonder of what could be.

Let me rise with the sun,
not to chase, but to welcome,
the grace that greets me anew.
May I savor the feast you prepare,
and serve it to others with joy.
And as I walk through valleys and over hills,
remind me that your presence is my constant companion,
and your love, my unshakable home.

May I step boldly into what is,
resting in the mystery of what will be.
In your name, I rest. Amen.