The Rules of Engaging Grief

I was “running” late, though the boys on the field were running faster.
My son’s practice was going longer than usual. I still had to drive home, make his dinner,
and head off to a meeting with friends to discuss prayer. And I still had not done my homeword
assignment for the meeting: Write a prayer to share with the group.

Sitting on a canvas chair on a Tuesday in the late afternoon sun, I wrote the following.
Consider writing your own prayer to fit where you are now.

Dear Lord,

I especially call to you when I am not sure you are near. At such times my voice is of one who
awakes in a dark forest alone and uncertain as to the direction to follow.

I don’t know why I question your presence then because it is in the silence that I always see you
and in the darkness hear you.

I ask this day that I receive clear guidance in whatever manner you choose.
I ask further that I don’t miss your gracious response to my prayer.

You know the secrets of my heart – my fears, hopes, and aspirations.

I only ask that you stir me awake so that I hear you and have the courage, resolve,
and patience to follow your guidance.

Amen

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