Unless the LORD builds the house,
its builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
the watchmen stand guard in vain.
In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
Lord, it looks like a typical Irish summer’s day here in Cork: the possibility of sunshine with a probability of rain. The work day holds a similar uncertainty with the usual ups and downs of broadcasting with the added pressure of reaching our community with your love and hope but whatever the ease or difficulty of today’s chores, be with us in our attempts to fulfil the vision you’ve given us for our city. Let the lost be found, the errant returned and your people encouraged and let us be an effective part of that.
Forgive me for the times I’ve forgotten to place the day into your hands and treated your mission field as just another work day. Please be in each and every decision, every action and every word spoken.
Give us your heart for the lost and help us be sensitive to their various predicaments and stages of life and heart.
Even though we’ll probably never know those we’ve helped touch, encourage us in that your Word never returns void and help us to speak and live that Word.
It is such a privilege to work for you in this ministry, help me not to ever make it about myself and damage your intentions, let the promise of your praise always be enough and let me not run after the praise of peers, let it always be about glorifying your Name.
Jesus, you are everything. Amen