Isaiah 57:16-19 Baby Step14

O, Father, my Father, you are the high and lofty one.

You are greater than all gods.

You are beyond what I can perceive.

Yet you are known by little children.

O, Jesus, sweet Jesus you inhabit eternity.

You are outside and beyond time.

You are the unmoved mover.

Yet you chose to step into time and space.

O, Spirit, Holy Spirit, you are the Holy Breath.

You are the creator of order from chaos.

You are the sacred fire, all wisdom, and power.

Yet you heal, revive, and lead with gentleness and mercy.

O, Blessed Trinity, you are exalted, lifted on high

You are gift and giver, filled with mystery and grace.

You ask from me a humble spirit and a contrite heart.

You promise to repay me with comfort and peace.

Amen.

Baby Step Eleven: Smile, Laugh Sing

Each morning during the season of Pentecost, I am reminded of God’s creative power. Of the Holy Spirit that “moved over the face of the waters to bring light and life to God’s creation.” I begin by asking God to “pour out His Spirit on this day that I might walk as a child of light.” I am reminded to watch as the “Spirit of God fills the whole world.” (Morning Prayer, Monday - Pentecost)

What power, what grace, what joy is mine. I do not walk alone in the darkness. I need not shuffle, barely moving my feet. In one sweeping Word my Lord and Savior “forgives all my sins and heals all my infirmities.” Does that mean all pain is swept away? No, but by focusing on His light and my lightness in each new day, I can set my pain aside. I can concentrate on His goodness. (Psalm 103)

This morning, and every morning, the shades are drawn back so I can see the power of God in my life where I find forgiveness for my anger, healing for my anxiety, a way out from my depression. I can raise my head. I need not watch my feet. I can stand tall holding not just my walker, but grasping God’s steadfast love and mercy.

I am reminded God’s Pentecostal power opens His this day and every day love and mercy. I can be a mirror, a reflection of His forgiving nature. I can choose to hold on to the creative power of decency, kindness, honesty, and integrity. When I walk as a child of the light, that should be what

others see: Him in me.

Smile; don’t frown. Laugh; don’t cry. Sing; don’t whine. Be a window for His goodness. Be door to his righteousness. The path is well-lighted. I am His and He is mine. He renews my strength for each baby step I take this day.