Today is Thursday, March 14th.

As I enter 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. Oh, But you, Lord, are forever exalted. Aba 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.

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

whisper, and my lips to savor your blessings. your one. A reading from Psalm 92. It is good to praise the Lord and make music to your name almost high,

proclaiming your love in the morning

and your faithfulness at night

to the music of the ten-strained lyre

and the melody of the harp.

For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord, I sing for joy at what your hands have done.

How great are your works, Lord.

How profound your thoughts.

Senseless people do not know. fools do not understand, that though the wicked spring up like

grass and all evil doers flourish, they will be destroyed forever, but you Lord, are forever exalted. For surely

your enemies, Lord, surely your enemies will perish, all evil doers will be scattered. You have

exalted my horn like that of a wild ox. Fine oils have been poured on me. My eyes have seen the defeat of my

adversaries. My ears have heard the route of my wicked foes.

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree.

They will grow like a cedar of Lebanon planted in the house of the Lord.

They will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age.

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