Genesis Eight


Father God, we thank You that You are a covenant-keeping God who remembers Your word. Help us to not miss the fact that while we know that You are all-knowing, there is something special about it when we are told that You ‘remembered.’ You remembered Noah and all who were with him. You also remembered his century-long obedience of building a ship on dry land in the midst of a people who had a century to change their evil ways and did not. 

Lord Jesus, Rescuer and Redeemer, thank You for Your long-suffering patience with us. In our time, a century is a lifetime. Remind us that the only appropriate response to being covered by Your grace is a lifetime of obedience to You and surrender into Your hands. 

Help us to be willing to give up everything except that which You instruct us to hold on to as we live in obedience to You. While the life of Noah points to You, You are a much better Noah to us as You rescue us from the ongoing flood of evil that still ravages this earth. 

Holy Spirit, help us to trust Your timing, be close to You, and know that You are working behind the scenes. We might not see anything happening for months on end while we wait, yet You are always at work. Remind us that Your timing is perfect and perfect the fruit of patience in our lives. 

Help us to see that while we can do things in our own strength and test the circumstantial readiness of the ground around us to step out in faith, it is Your voice that we need to hear before we move. May we make enough room for You in our lives to recognize Your voice when You speak. When You say ‘Come,’ give us enough boldness to walk out fearlessly either on dry ground or on water. 

Lord God, Creator of the heavens and the earth, we see even today that Your word still endures. ‘Seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night’ have not ceased yet and will endure as long as You let them endure. All creation still points to Your faithfulness. Perfect the fruit of faithfulness in us as well. 

Lord Jesus, regardless of the circumstances we walk into and regardless of the devastation around us, may our first inclination and action be to build an altar and worship You. In view of Your great mercy and Your own sacrifice for us, may the sacrifice we place on this altar be our everyday, living, breathing, ordinary lives, consecrated to You and You alone and may it be a pleasing aroma to You. 

Father, Son, and Spirit, keep us from being so well-adjusted here on earth that we end up blending in mindlessly and aimlessly. You never change. Transform our minds and conform us to none but You! 

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Roshni Di Stefano

Roshni was born in Mumbai, came of age in Montreal, and now lives in Youngstown, Ohio. She works as a physical therapist and likes to write. She also enjoys sipping masala chai or gin and tonic on the porch while trying not to drool excessively over her Canadian-Italian-American husband. In her spare time, she herds two kids.

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