Persistent problems can improve my prayers. When they make prayer my only option, doubts turn into questions, and fear into faith — wobbly, maybe, but faith.
I remember one of Your lessons in prayer:
As I was filling out new medical forms
with old information,
for a new doctor I am seeing,
I looked across the room and saw
a soul whose skin problems were
oh so worse than mine.
He sat outside the door, so still.
His hands – his feet —
his face and scalp, aflame.
Was it ointments or oozing skin that glistened?
Indeed – did I just hear You speak?
You’ve heard me plead, cajole and carp,
for how long?
Four years – no five — forever?
Puny persistent problems just seem that way!
You showed me someone else’s trouble, so
I might appreciate better my own, and
see a speck of what
Keep me quiet Lord –
so my complaints don’t stifle Your voice;
or in my hurt,
I refuse Your help,
and deny Your love.
Take my doubts and shape them
we can talk about,
and into prayers for others,
without Your help
June 4, 2017