Author: Marcia Woodard

Prayer of Serving

Papa, We’ve come today to talk with You about Your daughters and sons—our sisters, brothers, and friends—and ourselves. You’ve given all of us such a variety of gifts: a keen mind, a hilarious sense of humor, an outgoing personality. And sometimes, when we’re serving in the positions where you have placed us, some of us act as if You have given us limitless energy, as well. But we know, Lord, that only You are limitless in anything, so we acknowledge that, whether we admit it to others or not, we get tired. We ask that you lift us up,...

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Thank You For Leaders

Papa, I thank you for leaders. Not the larger-than-life, Mount Olympus, Hero-of-ancient-legend leader. Today, I thank you for quiet leaders, For servant leaders. I thank you for the unsung leaders, For those who lead By rocking a crying infant, By wiping a three year old’s snotty nose, By singing “This Little Light of Mine” For the five hundredth time…today. By explaining that no one knows how Jesus multiplied the loaves and fishes, But yes maybe it was something like the replicator on Star Trek. I thank you for those who lead By scrubbing toilets. By cooking and serving meals...

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The Easy Road

Papa, I have sensed Your call on my life. You have declared Your plans for me. But I have become comfortable, Easy-going. The work You gave me to do Is tiring— Physically Mentally Spiritually. Every cell, Every atom, Screams for a break. I want the easy path, The smooth road. Energy meant for ministry, Wasted in wrestling with questions Settled long ago. Can’t I have a week off? A day? A moment When I am not on alert For yet another weak one Wandering near the quicksand, Running blindly toward the cliff. And in that moment I remember the...

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You Love Us

YOU LOVE US You love us. I look at the stars, A sparkling blanket Woven to snuggle the Earth Down to sleep. You love us more than stars. I listen to the birds, A feathered choir Formed to serenade the morning flowers As they awaken. You love us more than birds. I taste the luscious fruits, The renewable feast Prepared to offer us flavor, health, community As we share. You love us more than fruits. I smell the flowers, A living carpet Unfurled to welcome beautiful Spring And her lovely sister, Summer. You love us more than flowers. I...

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Let Justice Roll Down

In the face of the ongoing reports of racial inequality, tension, and violence, and concern for the safety and wellbeing of some of my black friends, God sent me to Amos chapter 5 for my devotions. It reads almost like the daily newspaper.   LET JUSTICE ROLL DOWN “Let justice roll down “Like mighty waters.” Overwhelming. Fearsome. A tsunami of justice, Held at bay far too long Flooding across the land. What should have been A gentle rain, A sweetly flowing stream, Arrives instead as a crashing torrent— Sweeping away injustice And oppression. Forever changing the landscape. Forever changing...

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