Psalm 143:8

Let me hear of your steadfast love in the morning,

    for in you I put my trust.
Teach me the way I should go,
    for to you I lift up my soul.

To You, Lord, I lift up my soul.

To You—before the sun rises.

To You—before I even open my eyes.

To You—at my first waking breath.

To You—as my dreams fade and scatter

back to the shadowed memories of sleep.

To You—before the hunger of morning

wrestles me away.

To You, Lord, I confess

all my weaknesses, all my ugly truths,

all my doubts and all my fears,

all that troubles me and all that breaks me.

Every part of me that is broken,

I lift first thing to You, Lord.

Like a child handing over a torn teddy bear,

like a child weeping over a broken, beloved toy,

like a child who fears life will never be the same,

like a child who knows no better,

I hand all of these things—

I lift up all of these things to You.

And to You, Lord, I profess.

I am Yours.

All of me.

To remake.

To restore.

To make new,

so that joy may find its way

to me this morning,

so that Your love may break

through all the storms

that leave my heart in darkness,

so that the light of Your love

may break through and shine

and wake my soul and give it new life.

To You, Lord, I lift up my soul.

To You, Lord, I lift up my soul and sing.

Amen.