Hear me, O Lord, for to you I call.
Gladden the soul of your servant,
for to you, O Lord, I lift up my soul.
I admit that there are times when the tone and the topics of my prayers astound me. More than once, I’ve stepped back from a monologue directed at our patient God to ask myself what I’m thinking. Each time, after getting over the unmitigated gall with which I dared to approach our Creator, I take a deep breath and begin again. It is during these second beginnings that I apologize for my nerve in ordering God around, I give thanks for God’s unconditional love and I invite God into a real conversation with me. Though I never actually “hear” a single word from above, God communicates just the same in the peaceful assurance which fills me up and urges me on.
It occurs to me that we humans are quite fortunate to have been fashioned in God’s image and likeness. God’s love is so great that it spilled out and took form in Creation. God tells us that you and I are God’s greatest handiwork. Part of that greatness comes in the traces of God’s love which remain entrenched in our DNA -a constant reminder that we are loved and therefore listened to. No wonder we are not only compelled to pray but also to assume that we will always be heard.
Loving God, thank you for your loving care.
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