Joy was my initial response
to a day of silence,
more exactly, a day of listening.
The sense I had was of God’s delight.
He was looking on me as we do a newborn,
full of love and enchantment.
He wanted me to share this delight.
He wanted me to recognize that it was me
who delighted Him.
I had an image in my mind of angels and saints,
those present at the Mass,
passing by and looking on me
as they would a precious newborn.
(I had just consumed the Eucharist.)
Each holy spirit approached,
giving me a blessing I would grow into,
or seen another way,
by which I would grow.
The Father wanted me to know
how much it delighted Him
to see me rise after a fall.
I am a sinner but I will be a saint,
if I allow His love to form me,
and continue to rise after each fall.
It would be nice if my falls were infrequent,
but if they be a thousand,
He would grace me a thousand times,
each time I washed my robe clean
in the blood of Christ,
confessing my sins and beginning anew,
By Joann Nelander
Father, I thank you for this day, this holy day.
As I rise from sleep, may my soul arise, leaving sin to seek Your face.
As I wash in preparation for new day, I recall my Baptism
and the cleansing River of Life that flowed from the side of my Redeemer.
As I clothe my body, I remember the dignity of Christ and the Name by which He calls me.
I am clothed in the robes of a priest to sacrifice with Jesus in my day.
The words of a prophet live on my lips ready to give an account of my hope and joy.
The Kings of Kings proclaims me a king,
and by the power of His throne in heaven,
He rules in my life
and the lives my life touches through all generations.
Through my prayer of faith, covered in humility as the Blood of Christ, angels minister to the people of God,
bringing peace, protection, strength and provision
as I proclaim my “Amen” to His Will and His prayer “Father, forgive them.”
Go before me,Lord. Walk with me, Lord. Be my rearguard, Precious Savior, Warrior King!
You, Who live in me, suffer in my flesh that which is to be in this hour on Your Cross.
You are “more than a conqueror” as You bring about Your kingdom in this day.
O Love sublime, my life is Thine.
By Joann Nelander