Grace in the Stillness
A Prayer of Gratitude for the Work of His Hands
Father, thank you for the way You take the smallest things — a thought, a sigh, a trembling sentence — and fill them with Your Spirit until they come alive with grace.
You have taken what was raw and uncertain and are slowly weaving it into something beautiful. You have turned pain into wellsprings of grace.
Teach us never to grasp for glory, but to keep our hands open in wonder.
Let every line that forms, every reflection that flows, point only to You —
the Author, the Restorer, the God who still whispers through human hands.
Keep our hearts bowed low, our pens guided by love,
and our souls anchored in gratitude.
May When Grace Weaves the Frayed be less about what we do,
and more about Your beauty, Your mercy, and Your pursuing grace — always.
We ask this in the name of Your Son and our Saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen.