Paltry prayer

Tuesday in Holy Week

The Lord has heard my supplication;

the Lord accepts my prayer.

Psalm 6:9

I turn the corner in my familiar route home only to be thwarted. A roadblock. It was not here on my way to work, but now this street has been overtaken by construction and the hard-hatted worker flags me to halt. So I sit in my car, thinking this might be a good time to pray.

But I cannot gather my thoughts, cannot seem to connect with the holy that I know is all around me. My mind wanders over my day and discovers barrenness. I have overlooked God, missed opportunities to be thankful and to ask for guidance, to rejoice and to lament. Now my prayer is one of uncertainty. Words and intentions and purpose escape me.

As I continue to sit and wait for the way before me to open, I lay this paltry randomness before God and offer the only thing I have—the yearning itself. It will have to do.




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