Are tears prayers, Lord?
Are screams prayers,
Can trembling hands be lifted to you,
or clenched fists
or the cold sweat that trickles down my back
or the cramps that knot my stomach?
Will you accept my prayers, Lord,
my real prayers,
rooted in the muck and mud and rock of my life,
and not just the pretty, cut-flower, gracefully arranged
bouquet of words?
Will you accept me, Lord,
as I really am,
messed up mixture of glory and grime?
(~Ted Loder, from Guerillas of Grace)
It is a struggle to breathe. A struggle to believe.
Will you pray for the peace that only the Spirit’s presence can give?
That I am accepted. Loved. His child. Not forgotten. Nor forsaken.
Completely and utterly His.
(Thank you to my Monica, who sent this prayer to me today.)