Heavenly Father, Father who loves me and delights in me and sings lullabies and romances and dreamsongs over me, may Your name be kept holy in all that I think and say and do. May I bring honour to You by honouring each day and its challenges and joys. May I bring glory to You by thanking You for the day and its unfolding. Thank You for Your welcome to the day—Your repeated invitation to step over its threshold through the red-painted lintels of sunset and of dawn. Thank You for each blessing that represents, each reminder of the blood of the Passover Lamb shed on our behalf.

Lord, may I bring honour to You by honouring my neighbour—the one next door, the one up the road, the one half-way around the world, the one who might well be my enemy. May I honour Your creation and may I also accept the honour You have stored up for me.

I repent of believing the lies of the enemy that I am unworthy of Your love. I also repent of the opposite lie of believing I am worthy in my own right because I’ve behaved well. Only through the privilege of knowing Jesus, only through Your extension of grace to me, only through the blessing of the Holy Spirit am I made righteous in Your sight, beloved beyond measure and empowered by my tiny crumb of faith united to the incomprehensibly vast faith of Jesus.

Father, I thank You for the blessing He has poured into my life through His gift of salvation. I thank You for the conviction of the Holy Spirit. I ask You to tear down the citadel of pride in my life—whether that pride expresses itself as shame or as shamelessness, as putting others down or as pushing myself up. Shine the Light into the deepest recesses of my heart to show where I have partnered with Leviathan in pride and dishonour. Lord, particularly show me where I have dishonoured You. Show me my false refuges and grant me the strength to renounce them and surrender them to You for total destruction.

Lord, where I am in agreement with Belial—where I’ve thought of someone or something as worthless—I repent. Where I’ve believed myself to be worthless and so yoked myself to the very spirit I have been told to separate myself from, I ask You to break the yoke and nullify any treaty I have with the spirit of abuse. Help me, Lord, because I can’t help myself. I don’t even notice a lot of the time that I have taken sides against myself.

Thank You that Jesus is the Redeemer of wasted Time. I ask for His help to use time according to Your will—to rest as You appoint on the Sabbath, and to employ the time wisely otherwise.

This I ask in the name of Jesus of Nazareth. Amen.

Thank you to Lorna Skinner of www.riversofmusic.co.uk for the background music.