“But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his possession so that you may proclaim the praises of the One who called you out of darkness and into His marvelous light.” (1 Peter 2:9)
The world feels dark sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes. I still see hope in children’s eyes, in laughter around tables, in small acts of kindness, and in ______________ (insert others).
But sometimes the darkness feels like it’s closing in. Darkness like broken relationships, devaluing of life, and unforgiveness. Darkness like ______________. Dark clouds covering this small speck of earth in the complexity of Your universe.
But You chose me to do this:
To proclaim Your praises and to speak of Your light.
To actually be Your light in the foggy world of confusing politics, aching hearts and fearful people.
Lord, I ask that this week would be a week where my words are like beacons of hope for those I meet. For the woman at the coffee shop and the man at the grocery store. For my coworker and for my boss. For__________________________ (insert personal connections).
Father, I ask that I would speak of your marvelous light all week long.
Give me the courage and the words to speak Your name out loud. Provide me kindness laced in power, and grace enveloped with authority.
And most importantly, match my actions to my words or else all is pointless, useless and done in vain.
And may Your name drip from my mouth that others would know by my words that I am Your chosen daughter. Occupied by You. Fettered to Your very glory.
In Your name, Amen