Friday in the Third Week of Lent
But as for me, O Lord, I cry to you for help;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Psalm 88:14
A gift I received years ago keeps coming to mind this week. Knowing I had written about it years ago, I go searching, and when I finally uncover that old blog post I am surprised—and not—to realize I had written it for the third week in Lent. Eight years ago.
The gift is simply a digital picture, emailed to me by a dear friend, of a mug that says, “World’s Okayest Mom.” And once again it speaks volumes.
I think we all could do with being just okay right now. We could accept that doing a “just okay” job is okay. And that we simply cannot offer anything more than what we have. We cannot do more than we have energy for, we cannot make our brains function past their limits, we cannot be unaffected by our year-long struggle with the pandemic.
God does not ask us to be more than human. That is a temptation of the enemy, who would love for us to believe that frantic activity and anxious score-keeping pave the road to success. I know, because I have given into this temptation more than once, and it does not lead anywhere worth going.
God asks us to be who we are created to be, and to remember that we are loved, and to love and depend on God—with all our strength. So once again, I lift my face and my voice and my prayer to God, and ask for the help I need.
