𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄:

We’re earthen vessels, you know.
Pottery, essentially.

We break easily.

When shattering comes,
what matters most
often suffers first.

Our first Love
becomes our last resort.

Our dwelling place
becomes a mere afterthought.

So, humbly we offer:

𝑨 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔

Bear long with us, O Ancient of Days.
Tend our fragile hearts.
Woo us back to Your side.

Beat a path to Your door
that we may follow.

Light a candle in the window.
Leave Your Welcome mat in place.
Scan the horizon for our return.

Redeem our pain.
Remove our shame.
Reorder our loves.
Rekindle our joy.

Make Your calling more compelling
than our doubts.

Your presence more rewarding
than our substitutes.

And Your restoration more expansive
than what’s been lost.

Draw us in our wandering
and set our hearts on You.

Until what matters most
matters most again,

and our true first Love
is first once more.

Amen.

“But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.”
𝐈𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝟒:𝟕

“Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love.”
𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐:𝟒