Well, I see that the world has survived yet into another day, and I am here to see it, by the will of God. I want to make use of this day and advance His kingdom. I want what I do, and say and think today to serve only to glorify Him.
I want to grace the world around me like the dove whose gentle, plaintive cry I am hearing at this moment. I doubt whether anyone besides myself can hear her. But her voice and her expression will be passed on from me to you - my readers - who may then pass the message on to others. God will give it wings as it pleases Him.
Heavenly Father, plant your message in my heart this morning - then give it wings to go where You will that it goes. May it find a home in the hearts of all You have chosen, like the dove which Noah set free from the ark when the rain had stopped (Genesis 8:11). She did not return void of the new life but brought Him a freshly picked olive leaf. Eventually she did not come back at all, but established a new life in this world.
Amidst the flood of immorality, disease and ungodliness, let my voice go out as a dove over the murky waters of death, bringing life to the hearts you have prepared.