Lord of Hosts, I lay myself bare before you and before everyone. I call you "Lord of Hosts" because you are enthroned in the heavens with all of your holy ones - both saints and angels, powers and dominions and all the heavenly beings which at this time I can't understand. I have never seen an angel with my eyes even if at times I may have felt the fluttering of their wings. Yet I trust in your promises, one of which is that I have angels watching over me. What's more you said in Scripture that when we die we are like angels, neither marrying nor given in marriage.

Lord, some people don't believe that saints who have gone on before us to heaven have any consciousness of the affairs of men. But I believe you never slumber nor sleep. And I believe that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord, as Paul said. I am deeply consoled when I consider the eternal fellowship of the saints. I stand in awe as I consider your immutability, that you are the I Am, the Alpha and Omega, God before all time. And all things are reconciled in you, including me. You sent your Holy Spirit to live in me and in those you call your own. And your word says that those who eat of your flesh and drink of your blood will never die. I have eaten. I have tasted. And I have become a partaker of the divine nature. I am raised to the newness of life together with all of these holy ones. When you set your seal upon my heart you changed my nature. You grafted me into the vine of life. In your holy baptism I was crucified and now I have been raised together with you to the newness of life. I, therefore, live already in the power of your resurrection. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time to pray to you the prayer you taught us to pray, that thy kingdom should come on earth even as it is in heaven. It is in and through this one baptism we share that the saints who have gone on before us have consciousness of the affairs of men. It is through you.

Lord, I thank you for this salvation and for the mysteries you have revealed to me. And I thank you for this day, which you have made. I am dead in my sins and powerless to do good in this world. But Lord, add your power to the work of my hands this day. It is the first day of my journaling online. And it will be fruitless without you. Don't allow me to waste my time. Let all who encounter these journal pages receive a mighty blessing, one which only you can provide. May each encounter with this web site be an encounter with you, Lord of all things. Amen.