O Lord, I miss those klatches You and I shared with Mom — spiritual, wise, funny, even crazy times. Someday, we’ll do it again, with no clocks to mess with our togetherness. (Knowing Mom, though, the coffee won’t be decaf.)
Tag Archives: Prayer
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: You’re Stubborn Like That
OMG, when our world tries to stamp out everything beautiful, I’m thankful You aren’t a quitter. You never stop recreating it!
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Vive la Différence!
Father, You know that for the 11,327th time, I cracked the patio door because I love fresh air. Hubby shivered. “Do you really want that door open?” How have we stayed married 48 years? OMG, You’re right. A lot of love flows straight from You to and through us.
Plus, we’ve learned to go with more/less layers.
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Lord, You’ve Always Enjoyed Variety
Jesus, You made some of us early bloomers.
And some of us blossom very late in the season.
But OMG, thank You for loving us all!
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Not Just on Easter
OMG, because You live, I can face Mondays!
Years ago, I attended a Christian writer’s conference at a California camp located in redwood country. Before Palm Sunday services, worshipers made an early morning pilgrimage to a cross atop a mountain.
I skipped it. The drippy morning didn’t inspire my jet-lagged body to rise.
Later, though, I set aside the hour I’d been told would suffice for pilgrimage. I spiraled up the mountain road, marveling at enormous redwoods and giant ferns. Homes perched on mountainsides. No sleepwalker, this Hoosier observed, should attempt slumber here without wearing a parachute.
Higher elevations made my head throb, but I inhaled evergreen fragrances and a spring tang that still eluded Indiana’s leafless forests.
As GPSes were not yet common, I carried a map. When the road reversed, then reversed again, I searched the map in vain. What to do? I walked and walked, huffing and puffing like my asthmatic coffee maker back home. Finally, I admitted I was lost. The only directions I felt sure of? Up and down.
Perhaps I’d trusted a pantheistic mapmaker who believed all roads led to the same destination.
Supper aromas emanated from houses I passed. My stomach, unstuffed for the first time in days (“starving writer” doesn’t apply to writers’ conferences) demanded I return the way I came. But I’d climbed an hour and a half to view the cross.
No turning back.
I spotted a fellow writer jogging, hoping he descended from my destination. Smiling, he ran toward me.
I considered tripping him. But my mission drove me to civility.
“Did you find the cross?” I gasped.
“That way.” He pointed, still jogging. And smiling.
Eventually, I spotted the cross.
It seemed to dwarf the cerulean sky. Its thick, wooden beams looked like they could hold a Man in their deadly grasp. Jesus carried something like that through streets of jeering people and up a hill called the Place of the Skull to atone for the sins of humankind.
I carried a water bottle.
I rested on a bench, thanking Him for His sacrifice. For my salvation. I savored alternating lush and dry vistas in Scotts Valley and beyond to Mount Umunhum and Loma Prieta. Then, unlike Jesus, I left the cross.
But because of Him, I, despite energy drain and grouchy stomach, went back full.
Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Have you attempted a pilgrimage? How did that go?
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: He Definitely Takes After Grandpa
O Lord, You know that when I was our grandson’s age, I kept arithmetic in the classroom, where it belonged. But this miniature Math Man recently informed his mother he is now 100 months old. OMG, please don’t let him tell me how many months old I am …
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Not a TV Big Brother
Lord, thank You for my big brother. Not only is he older than I am (yay!) but he fashioned walnut wood from his acres into a lovely bowl for me. At one point, it was filled with yummy chocolate. But OMG, both You and he knew that wouldn’t last long. …
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: NOT Time for a Change
Eternal Father, outside of time, You know how the invention of the clock complicated our world. Not content with that, we not only invented Daylight Saving Time, but “spring forward” in March, re-darkening hopeful Midwest mornings to December gloom. OMG, I agreed with babies brought to church yesterday. While some changes are necessary, this isn’t one of them.