Just a Prayer This Morning
Whether or not prayer changes God, it certainly changes me. God wants me to pray because I need it, not because he needs it. This morning, I don’t have a lot of thoughts for you. But I’m happy for you to eavesdrop on this prayer between God and me.
Father, I’m exhausted. I feel bad even saying that because I know health care workers and people in government and people working in grocery stores and all the other frontline position are much more exhausted. But still: I’m exhausted. I haven’t been able to get everything done that I need to do just to cope with the current situation.
But I take strength in knowing that you are in control, that you know everything happening right now and everything that will happen, and I’m glad to let go of trying to make things go “right.” I don’t know what to do, and that’s OK, because you know.
I do ask that you would strengthen us all to face the day-to-day, the disruption, the sudden reset of all our plans. Strengthen those on the frontline. Heal those who are sick, and comfort those left behind when the disease wins. Help those whose businesses and jobs and means of earning a living have been wiped out in the circumstances. Open a new window for them.
Later this morning, Lord, I will have the privilege of going online with some of your people, and they’re all worried one way or another. Help me to be a channel of your wisdom, your comfort. I feel the weight of responsibility and the inadequacy of my ability, and I know that’s OK too, if I will just get out of the way of Spirit. Work beyond my limitations to encourage those who gather, and keep us focused on you.
Breathe new life into us, O Lord.
In the name of Jesus, Amen.