The other night while praying for my kids at bedtime I found myself uttering a new prayer, "that they would love tomorrow."

It struck me the moment it left my mouth. May they love tomorrow.

May I love tomorrow?

I proceeded to reflect on these words but was temporarily interrupted by a book I'm reading, also known as watching Daredevil on Netfix.

Love tomorrow. Love as an act. May you love someone tomorrow. The subject is tomorrow. It is a gift. It is an opportunity.

It is grace by sunrise.

May you love tomorrow.

For what it's worth this is now a prayer of mine.

God may you give my kids a heart to love tomorrow.

And may you grant me the same.