Did you know that the word for holy in the Bible, kadosh, was first used in reference to time, a day?

“And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy...”—Genesis 2:3(a)

There’s a song we’ve sung, “Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of power and might. Heaven and earth are filled with Your glory. Hosanna! (Save me!) Hosanna! Hosanna! In the highest.” My husband and I sang this at our wedding, how little we knew then what it would mean to abandon ourselves, to join to another, most especially that it would mean to be found. A taste since makes us hunger for more.

Yeshua (Jesus) taught his disciples to first pray, “Our Father in heaven, holy be Your name…” This call to quit fighting is also a call to begin new, here, now—to see, see where we’re standing, whether in crisis or in mountains. This is a place to take our sandals off. Here, now—in time, in the grittiness of reality as it has unfolded today. To lose our life—to find our life.

Imagine that every morning we wake, these are our first words. Our first call to ourselves, our first call to be saved far far beyond ourselves…words that tell us to remember, that He is holy, and that means we are too, because we have been made in His image.  And, that this day is too. And, that the next eyes we look into are as well. And…Oh Hosanna! Save me from myself, save me You who are holy.

Holy—so different and beyond all that we know, so near our breath that You know us better than we do, and still You made a day, a time—a space so we could know too. You desired it.

“…holy, because on it God rested from all His work that He had done in creation.” —Genesis 2:3(b)

“You Who live in eternity, hear the prayer of those of us who live in time…”—Rich Mullins

We don’t know a lot about time, how to use it, how we lose it.

We don’t know what sabbath means, a day that is different, feels like one more thing.

We run from beauty to be found in beauty.

You Who lead us to quiet places, beside still waters, lead us the way only You know how.

Lead us through the slippery paths we stumble on.

We don’t know how to be still.


Take our fears.

Tell us what is beautiful about here.

Remind us where we are. Help us see who we are. Help us listen.

Sabbath, an echo from creation. Reality, God of power and might. Heaven and earth are filled with Your glory. Holy. Holy. Holy Lord. It is You.

Hi, I’m Raynna Myers. I’m a writer and photographer and I really just want to live well, so I process life through writing and shooting—both have simply become prayers.

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