Sometimes life moves me down the hierarchy of needs to the most basic essentials and my prayers follow suit.
On Tuesday night, my son kept me up until 4 am. Yes, he's a cutie. But boy, he can give me a run for my money. The next morning, I had to pack up the entire family’s belongings from a week-and-a-half-long stay in Dallas and get us ready for the airplane.
My prayers sounded like this:
"Father, help my son sleep."
"Father, help me stay calm."
"Father, help me push through my exhaustion."
And he did. He heard me and he helped me and somehow I was able to overcome my #firstworldproblems. It took effort on my part. But he gave me the grace to walk it out with a good attitude.
Speaking of problems, there’s big problems and small problems.
Last night, I found myself thinking about bigger problems. The political atmosphere in America. It’s so bad right now. The rhetoric. The vitriol. I’m embarrassed to be an American.
But God has this amazing way of being able to turnaround even the most dire situations. He has this way of bringing good from bad, healing from pain, joy from hopelessness.
I have experienced it first-hand in my own life time and time again.
He is redeemer.
My prayers turned into questions.
“Father, how do you plan to redeem the political environment in the US?”
“Father, how can I pray into a future that I cannot yet imagine?”
Cries for help and questions were the theme this week.
I’m hoping to do more listening in the week to come.