March 24

I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. — Ps 143:6

Every quivering tongue of flame
Seems to murmur some great name,
Seems to say to me “Aspire!”
No endeavor is in vain;
Its reward is in the doing,
And the rapture of pursuing
Is the prize of vanquished gain.
— Henry W. Longfellow.

Never be sad or desponding
If thou hast faith to believe;
Grace for the duties before thee
Ask of thy God and receive.
— Fanny Crosby.

Prayer

Almighty God, make me conscious of my weaknesses, and make me ashamed of my indulgences. Give me a victory over self; and may I consider more what I put in my life. May I be eager for that which will inspire me for greater aspirations. Amen.