Dear Lord, it is Labor Day
which we celebrate
with flags and parades.
Tomorrow schools start,
if they haven’t already.
Work is such an important
part of our lives.
It contributes to our well being
and the lives of others.
There are many interesting
things to do, Lord.
Thank you for work.
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come upon you like a robber, and want like an armed warrior.
Dear Lord, look at that sunflower
with ten good flowers, eight old ones,
and some already picked.
The tomato plant has burst
from its allotted space
into the neighboring flowers.
The zinnias are five feet tall!
Whoever heard of such a thing?
Weeds are completely out of control.
Is it worth it to restore order
this late in August?
The purple loosestrife is coming into bloom.
Stalks with tiny buds are waiting for their day.
Thank you, Lord, for your rich gifts to us. Aamen.
Song of Solomon 2:12
The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land..
Dear Lord, my mother’s parents were special.
I asked to live with them when I was small,
and I didn’t get along with my father.
Grandpa built houses, and when we walked along
he would point and say, “That is the house that Jack built,”
though his name was John or “Johan” in Swedish.
When Grandpa and I walked along Main Street,
we would stop in front of the Farmers and Mechanics Bank,
and he would say, “That is a good bank.
It didn’t go out of business during the Depression.”
When he had cement poured for the front walk,
he had me put my hand print in it.
I wonder if it’s still there.
Lord, Grandpa was my hero.
He loved me when I was little.
Thank you Lord, for loving grandparents. Amen.
Praise the Lord! Happy are those who fear the Lord, who greatly delight in his commandments. Their descendants will be mighty in the land; the generation of the upright will be blessed.
Dear Lord, open my mind to new things.
Just because we have physically slowed down
doesn’t mean we can’t have new thoughts.
As we consider what lies ahead,
we let go of our interest in world affairs
and increase our sensitivity to those around us.
Lord we have lived in this retirement community
for several years now.
New people coming in are younger.
It’s natural for newer residents to gather together
and for older residents to stick together.
But it’s nice when the hostess seats older residents
with newer residents.
We each have experiences to share.
Thank you Lord, for our diverse community. Amen.
What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done; there is nothing new under the sun.
Hymn: Be Thou My Vision
Lord of Love, we are grateful that you love us
and give us gifts to be used for your kingdom.
As I look around the dining room
of our retirement home
and know the variety of gifts
people have used for good in this world,
it is humbling.
There are doctors, lawyers, ministers,
scientists, government workers,
nurses, teachers, musicians, and more.
There is one missionary, mothers,
fathers, and Sunday school teachers.
There are so many ways to serve you, Lord of Love.
We give thanks for your love that motivates
and warms our hearts as we serve.
Whatever your task, put yourselves into it, as done for the Lord and not for your masters, since you know that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward; you serve the Lord Christ.
O Great God, yesterday afternoon
we had a concert in “The Bistro,”
which is a small café.in our building.
There was a pianist, two violinists,
and a viola player.
A group of about sixty people
enjoyed the hour long concert.
Great God, you created music
and musicians for our enjoyment.
Angels sing and blow horns.
We look forward to these joys in heaven.
Meanwhile, O Great God, we
give thanks for musicians
who give us joy and raise our spirits.
Thank you. Thank you. Amen.
It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night, to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom he favors.”
Ah Lord, today my new medicine
cannot be found.
What did I do with it?
Tomorrow is my doctor’s appointment,
and what shall I say?
Maybe I’ll find it by then.
Lord, this apartment is not that big.
As I told my husband about it,
there it was, near my computer.
Thank you, Lord, for letting me see it.
Thank you Lord, for giving sight
to the blind. Amen.
Great crowds came to him, bringing with them the lame, the maimed, the blind, the mute, and many others. They put them at his feet, and he cured them, so that the crowd was amazed when they saw the mute speaking, the maimed whole, the lame walking, and the blind seeing. And they praised the God of Israel.