Oh, to be so simply satiated in thoughts, words and actions just hours earlier.
Darkest of dark times. Yet, clear as glass.
What a rambling of text, my attempt to convey hope, my writing earlier.
Thinking I’d present a different perspective on faith.
One sentence, maybe two would have sufficed, been quite the gist of it all.
I had prayed earlier in the day for my friend. Walking down the hallway, I remembered…”you need to pray for Melanie, what we’re hoping for will come true for her.”
So, I did. I prayed,
Lord, I’m not quite sure of what all is wrong. What needs to be healed. But, Lord please let this be a time of good news, of healing for Mel.”
Went to sleep then…to be woken by thoughts.
Troubled by the discombobulated collection of words written earlier.
Knowing simplicity would suffice. Less is more. No need to circle around and round pounding my rambling words.
I wondered then what God thinks of us when we pray. I wonder if he, engaged like a reader waiting for new words sometimes longs for brevity.
After all, He knows our thoughts and concerns. He just desires we lay them there at His feet and then turn to rest, trust and wait.
To rise with clarity.
To walk as visuals, examples of simple utterance of need already known.
Today, my read through plan of the Bible led me to Matthew 8.
A collection of the stories of requests for healing, of the healed.
A leper who prayed. A Centurion who prayed for lowly servant. A man praying for his mother-in-law. The busy one longing to follow Jesus, worried over who’d have to be left behind. The many possessed by demons, turning towards a good God.
The fearful in midst of storm, calmed by His presence alone.
I have three friends I’ve not seen in many years. One had a scare last year with her heart. Another’s sweet husband has cancer. And Mel, she’s tough as nails and determined.
And we all are praying and we all are believing.
The Lord has heard my plea. The Lord accepts my prayer. Psalm 6:9