Today is Tuesday, February 27th. 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.

Aiming all of my desire at the father who loves to give good gifts to his children,

who sets a table for me in the presence of my enemies,

and who prepares a place for me even now. Oh, Where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,en season of prayer and fasting, I remember Jesus in the wilderness now,

fasting for 40 days of testing and temptation.

Jesus resisted lesser appetites out of desire, not duty.

Desire for me, to call me his own and bring me home.

Holy Spirit, would you awaken my desire now, the greater

hunger for which I am resisting lesser loves? Would my day begin and my prayer flow from the deep longing that I'm holding before you

this Lenten season? Oh, Today's reading comes from Psalm 121.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains.

Where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip.

He who watches over you will not slumber.

Indeed, he who watches over Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you. The Lord is your shade at your right hand. The sun will

harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord would keep you from all harm. He will watch over your life. The Lord

will watch over your coming and going, both now and forever more. Where does my help come from is a question I'll encounter in my day ahead?

As I face challenges, as I make decisions, when I'm tempted to take control of my own life.

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