Anything can become a prayer, the old nun said. Anything? Eating my breakfast? Cleaning the loo? The morning and the evening shout for joy, we are told. The heavens declare the Glory of the Lord. The skies display His craftsmanship. Day and night make him known, without a word. Yes Lord, but sickness? Pain? A bleak housing estate without hope? The anger of man is turned to your praise, we are told. How does that work, Lord? You uphold creation with your word of power, yet at the same time, you live, to intercede for us. You are able to save completely, those who come to God through you. So let us bring with reverence, eating, house cleaning, shopping, phoning, walking, praying, laughing, cooking, friendship, sharing, singing, dancing, writing, painting, crying, puzzling, to you Lord, each day; in prayer, to you who were tempted in every way like us, yet did not sin. Let us trust you to take these to the throne of Grace so we can find mercy and grace to help in time of need.
Gillian Tettmar 26.2.19
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