Lord, have mercy
It's Good Friday.
I've hardly given a thought to Holy Week. It's been rush, rush, rush to get things done, to run from one job to another. By the time I get home at night, I'm good for nothing.
I've hardly stopped to pray, to meditate, to do any of the things I want to do during Holy Week. It's all just sliding past.
Yet, I feel his presence. He's here with me, knowing I will turn to him sooner or later.
Yes, Lord, here I am. I'm sorry I haven't been listening. I'm sorry I haven't been asking.
I don't know what you want me to do; I don't know what you want for me right now. I promise to spend more time seeking your presence and your counsel. I promise to listen and to heed.
Lord, have mercy on me.