Lord, remind us that life’s greatest treasures aren’t things, but moments: a shared laugh, a quiet sunrise, a hand held in kindness. Teach us to collect memories, not stuff; to choose wonder, not wealth. May our hearts be full, even when our shelves are not. — Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration.
Morning Offering is a daily post by Joe Barkovich, who lives in his hometown of Welland, Ontario. Daily photo by Joe Barkovich.
Loving God, Great One, I come to you each day in silly, simple prayer but I hardly know how to respond when you come to me. How could I? You, the very greatness for which I prepare my heart, come to me, without even my call or invite – by your own accord by your own desire and love for me. I am not worthy, but I know the whole reason why you’ve come is to convince me is to show me that I am. What can I say but amen?
—Fr. Garrett Gundlach, SJ
Morning Offering is a daily post by Joe Barkovich, who lives in his hometown of Welland, Ontario. Daily photo by Joe Barkovich. Morning Offering is posted by 8 a.m.
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each, I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints; other times there was only one.
During the low periods of my life I could see only one set of footprints, so I said, “You promised me, Lord, that you would walk with me always. Why, when I have needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The times when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
—Footprints in the Sand, often attributed to Mary Stevenson
Morning Offering is a daily post by Joe Barkovich, who lives in his hometown of Welland, Ontario. Daily photo by Joe Barkovich.
Today’s Reflection: Lord, I keep stumbling. Please help me find my balance with your strength and your love. — Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration
Morning Offering is a daily post by Joe Barkovich, who lives in his hometown of Welland, Ontario. Daily photo by Joe Barkovich.
Lord God, Too often when I don’t notice, I make myself too large – a king of my kingdom – and nothing else seems to matter until I handle just one more matter to settle things, and this goes on and on and on and on.
But then, in rare moments, I see you face-to-face and I shrink so small before your glory – how could I ever have pretended or forgotten my way into becoming so big?
But you, Lord, want neither. You raise me up from my smallness; you call me, and You want my bigness – but my true bigness, my dignity, my gifts, my very best – and you want me to put it at your service at the service of those, who, by decree of the kings, are condemned to feeling small, forgotten, excluded, marginal.
Show me Lord, my best, and show me where to give it, like at a manger of migrants from Nazareth or further south, bearing hope and little else, until they, too, discover their bigness before and because of you. Amen. —Fr. Garrett Gundlach, SJ
Morning Offering is a daily post by Joe Barkovich, who lives in his hometown of Welland, Ontario. Daily photo by Joe Barkovich.