From bed and sleep hast Thou raised me up, O Lord; enlighten my mind and heart, and open my lips that I may hymn Thee, O Holy Trinity: Holy, Holy, Holy art Thou, O God; through the Theotokos, have mercy on us.
…and when I was prostrate in despair, Thou hast raised me up to keep the morning watch and glorify Thy power.
May we not be found fallen and idle, but watching, and upright in activity, ready to accompany Him into the joy and divine palace of His glory, where there is the ceaseless sound of those that keep festival, and the unspeakable delight of those that behold the ineffable beauty of Thy countenance.
…and while we were lying in despair upon our beds, Thou hast raised us up that we might glorify Thy dominion.
But whether I desire it or not, save me, O Christ my Savior, forestall me quickly, quickly, for I perish.
Thou art my God from my mother’s womb.
…and deliver me from many and cruel memories and deeds, and free me from all their evil effects.
Save, O Lord, and have mercy on them that hate and wrong me, and make temptation for me, and let them not perish because of me, a sinner.
I am home from Liturgy this morning. Pickles is still sick. I don’t think he has a fever like yesterday (I’m not waking him up right now to check) but his chest is tight and he doesn’t need to go out. I’ll be dropping the other children off and staying home with him. It always feels so odd to miss Liturgy. I know the community of our church is praying and while I can pray too, there is a difference. Solitary prayer is needful, but community prayer is too.