There is always that moment when I must put the first word into my journal. It is rarely on January 1st (that would be a bit of a forced word for me). I recognize the word when it refuses to leave my thoughts and heart. The first word, scribbled in my 2015 journal is GRACE. Hours after the word "Grace" found a home in my journal, a prayer followed.
“Tuesday’s child is full of grace …
(sigh) God of Grace, you know
that this Tuesday’s child of yours
is not a very graceful one.
I am clumsy ... lacking grace,
clumsy in the giving of grace,
and even clumsy in recognizing
your moments of grace for me.
My family laughs at the thoughts of
‘full of grace’ and ‘anna’ woven
into the same sing-song saying.
Tuesday’s child is full of grace …
it is a family joke (sigh again).
Why, oh why, have you burned
this word GRACE
into my clumsy heart
in this new year?
Why is this small word the first
to be scribbled into a fresh journal?
Did you notice that my hand shook
as the letters formed the word?
God of Grace,
you who offer Grace
to me and for me,
help me bring closure
to the past year
in a grace-filled way,
giving to you
what I need not carry
into the new year.
God of Grace,
you who offer Grace
to me and for me,
help me to live into
this new year
not only as ‘Tuesday’s child’
but as your beloved child …
full of Grace …
no longer clumsy of heart.
God of Grace,
you who offer Grace
to me and for me,
teach me to live,
fully and completely, as
Tuesday's child, full of YOUR Grace.
Amen.
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