It is the evening of Saturday, March 9th. As I enter in prayer now, I slow my body and quiet my mind,

setting my whole being in the presence of the living God

who is ever present to me.

Recalling the day I've lived,

treasuring its blessing as I look into God's face and laying its burdens at his feet. His love endures forever. His faithfulness continues through all generations.

I'm a bit, I'm a father, in this

I'm a father, in this Linton season of prayer and fasting, I ask that you'd not only work through my prayers, but work within me, even beyond my prayers. The laying aside of one appetite,

with the aid of your spirit gives rise to another.

Toon my taste buds to hunger for your presence, my eyes to see your coming, my ears to

hear your whisper, and my lips to savour your blessings which are showered upon me each day, even this one. Oh, A reading from Psalm 100, shout for joy to the Lord all the earth.

Worship the Lord with gladness.

Come before him with joyful songs.

Know that the Lord is God.

It is he who made us, and we are his.

We are his people the sheep of his pasture enter his gates with Thanksgiving and his courts with praise.

Give thanks to him and praise his name.

For the Lord is good and his love endures forever.

His faithfulness continues through all generations. A millennia ago, people were fasting and abstaining, and through it all they were

praising the Lord. There is something stunningly beautiful about the fact that the Lord wooze us, generation after

generation, again and again.

As a young man, I constantly dream about the old man that I would like to become.

How I hope my face, body language, my words and presence tell a story of the joy and faithfulness of God that I can pass on to

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