the jankety hum of the printer
makes it’s way through the office.
a gentle heat emits from the machine.
the smell of ink and paper comes as a comfort
declaring the sign of completion–
a time when i can go home.
another week is done.
i sit in the midst of near dusk.
the sounds of traffic picking up:
the beginnings of rush hour.
meanwhile, my heart prays:
Lord, my heart and faith are weak. They lack trust in your providence and your promises. You are hope. You are my heavenly father. You will provide. You have a plan. God forgive me for my lack of trust in your faithfulness and goodness. Help me to rise and call you blessed. Help me to need only your strength and power to walk through what lies ahead.