In the earthly concerns of early morning waking I wrestled. What is this life, half spent, and was that spent wisely? No, I answer, but learning has occurred. I am weak, though strong in You. I am proud, but humbled by mystery. I lust, but sense the ultimate desire for that Love which created all and died to demonstrate Him.

The mind half awake gives way to fears with child-like inconsolability. Thus distracted, it grinds on until fatigue causes collapse. Morning comes too quickly then to issue a call to render the day’s conscious bodily activities.

Lord, I lean upon Your presence today. Holy Spirit; conscious barely of Your guiding words, my Jesus. There are obstacles before me and surrounding. Yet, I have consolation in a faith born to the resolution of submission to my Sovereign. I serve imperfectly, but desire to strive forever in imitation of perfection. Lord, be with me, always. Amen.