Wednesday prayer

Father, you own the day. You own the day and night and merging of the two twice a day. It’s all yours. The sun and the earth and all the things that happen on them. You own the day as if it has already happened. And everything will be okay because everything is okay. Eternally okay. By your redemptive work, you have fixed our broken. Though we still limp – and not because we aren’t fixed and not because we lack faith – but because these are the broken-yet-fixed days. How does this make sense? I confess I don’t understand. Like the merging of night into day and day into night. Neither just one nor the other, but both. And you own it.

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