Lord God,
You are the One who numbers the stars,
who calls each one by name,
and not one of them is missing.
So too, You numbered the tribes of Israel,
each family, each man,
every place and purpose known to You.
You are not careless with Your people.
You see what I am tempted to forget
that no one is lost in Your sight,
no one overlooked,
no one beyond Your memory.
Even when I feel small,
even when I feel unseen,
You are the God who counts me as Your own.
I confess, Lord,
how often I measure myself
by the wrong numbers
the size of my success,
the length of my failures,
the sum of what others think of me.
But here, in Your Word,
I see that You are the only One
whose count truly matters.
Write my name, Lord,
not in the dust of my striving,
but in the Lamb’s book of life.
You called each tribe to stand ready,
every man to take his place for battle.
It was not pride,
but obedience.
Not self-reliance,
but faith in the God who fights for His people.
So train my heart, O Lord.
Count me among those who are ready
ready to trust,
ready to serve,
ready to stand firm when the trumpet sounds.
And yet, not all were called to fight.
The Levites were counted for worship,
set apart for the holy things.
Some carried swords,
others carried sacred vessels.
Each calling was sacred,
because each calling came from You.
Teach me to accept my place, Lord
whether hidden or seen,
whether small in the eyes of men
or great in the eyes of heaven.
If my work is prayer,
let me pray faithfully.
If my work is battle,
let me fight courageously.
Whatever my post,
let me serve with joy.
Lord, You are the God who counts.
Count me as Yours today,
not by my worth,
but by Your mercy.
Number me among Your faithful ones,
not because I am strong,
but because Christ is my strength.
Let my life be more than a wandering name
let it be a living testimony
that I belong to You.
In Jesus’ name,
the One who knows His sheep by name,
and who laid down His life to call me His own,
Amen.