I have been praying.
Lately, I have been praying hard.
Praying that good will come.
Good ones I love, good to come their way.
That a rough patch will be made smooth.
That anxiety and fear will be just useless worry
That a time of weariness will lead to rest or to a change.
Or just strength to continue
That my words, my prayers, my tiny little notes of scripture or “love you, don’t forget” will stick like oatmeal to ribs on my grown up children
That my love for my children will be a powerful foundation, strong and constant
I am waiting, because prayers spoken and unspoken have tuned my Lord’s ear.
Clear, always clear as a bell on a quiet night
He implores, “Wait patiently, yet eagerly and expectantly my child, your face tilted upwards, anticipating.”
Eager for blessings, for good.
God is good. Has good for us, no doubt.