James 1; Romans 12; James 1

Good morning, Lord God, you are the Father of Lights. The good and perfect gifts of salvation and your indwelling Holy Spirit have come down from you to me. There is no variation or uncertainty from you. You are faithful and immutable.

You brought me forth by your word of truth, and I am a kind of first fruit of your creation. By your grace and word and presence in me, you have renewed my mind, and I am transformed.

Now I am swift to hear, slow to speak, and slow to anger, for I know my wrath does not produce the character of Christ in me. I lay aside all filthiness and the overflow of wickedness, and I receive, with meekness and thankfulness, your word implanted in my mind and heart, and thereby you save my soul.

I do not just hear your word and then go on about my business and forget that I belong to you. Instead, I kneel and peer into your word and apply it constantly to my every thought and feeling. I live in your perfect law of liberty, and I am blessed in all that I do.