Out walking without music or talking in my ears, I thought of prayer.
I prayed for betterment of me, things I’d acknowledged and lessons accepted, although hard and jolting, their truth.
This is growth. This is good.
So, how I wondered, is the right way to pray for those important to you, because of blood, heart, soul, breath and truth?
Or those you care for either in person or just because of similarities.
How do you pray for those who believed, but aren’t so sure these days, these days that will be honest with us if we’ll let them.
Or for those who refused to ever believe in a way too mysterious truth.
Gently, you pray.
“Gentle, gentle…” I said countless times to my granddaughter.
It was their second meeting and the kitten wasn’t quite sure.
The toddler was excited, emphatic and ready.
The kitten accepted her.
Give and take, trust building gently.
I thought out walking, no noise save my breath and my steps.
The best prayer?
The prayer that’s gentle, the one that asks God to come near, says it is safe.
A prayer that flows from a thought and
either reminds or acquaints.
Either way, the prayer I will pray is the one I’ve only newly begun to know.
You are loved. You are known.
And like a P.S. after the amen
I’d say Lord, help them know this sooner than later even though any time is good.
Be gentle, my Heavenly Father.
Be gentle and come near. Invite a reunion or a relationship.
A remembrance, gently.
All along, you’ve been loved.
Glad you’re here. Stay near.
What a gentle Lord I know.
Lord, help those I love and those I don’t know to know your gentle love.