O Lord of sacred time,
You wrote Your holiness into the calendar,
appointed seasons for worship,
days to rest,
times to remember redemption and rejoice in Your provision.
You called Your people to gather,
to feast and to pause,
to mark their days by Your goodness.
But I confess, Father,
I live by deadlines, not divine rhythms.
I rush when You call me to rest,
I plan when You call me to pause.
My heart rarely celebrates;
it endures.
I fill my weeks with noise and call it purpose,
while Your stillness waits, untouched.
Forgive me, Lord,
for treating holy days as interruptions
instead of invitations.
Forgive me for forgetting that Sabbath is not idleness
but intimacy
a weekly reminder that You are God and I am not.
Teach me again the sacred rhythm of grace
to rest as an act of trust,
to rejoice as an act of faith,
to remember as an act of love.
Let every sunrise be a reminder
that time belongs to You,
not to my striving.
And when I finally stop long enough to breathe,
let me hear the whisper of Your mercy
that in Christ, the true Feast,
all my restless labor finds rest.
He is my Passover,
my Firstfruits,
my Sabbath fulfilled.
So I will keep Your appointed times
not by date or ritual alone,
but by dwelling daily in Your presence.
For in Him,
every day is holy.
Amen.