A Prayer Request: When Hard Times Come To Town
“Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit” Ephesians 6:18
A Prayer Request:
When Hard Times Come to Town
When we cannot see the way through
Give us the courage to continue in faith
When hard times come to our family
Let us gather strength enough to lead
When those around us are falling
Show us the way to stand supportive ground
When we have lost what we have worked for
Cause us to consider there is another way to see it
When we are all wrapped up in our own story
Direct our gaze towards the suffering of others
When we have made despair our outlook
Shake us from that sleep and give us hopeful eyes
When we have called the whole world a bad place
Let us see the beauty in creation, and rejoice in You.
When we have judged others, and ourselves too harshly
Remind us that healing is found in forgiveness
When we think we have no time to think, to pray, to seek.
Halt our steps. Redirect our path to lead towards You.
We may think that because so much is going awry
And hard times have come to town,
That You are not here.
Though we know your ways are not our ways.
Still, we are tempted to think we are alone.
Thinking this only encourages our havoc.
When we stop believing that your Grace is with us
Fill our hearts with your love. Fill us with your grace.
And if needed, bring us, crying out, to our knees, in prayer,
the only place that gives us the wherewithal to listen for your reply.
Shiloh Sophia McCloud ©2009 October 8, 2009 Grandmother Eden’s Birthday
“If you cannot pray a real prayer, pray a dry mouthed prayer, God accepts counterfeit money as though it were real.” Rumi
Today is Grandmother Eden’s birthday. She is gone now, and I think of her every day. I put a blue candle in front of her picture and put her on the altar in front of my mother’s painting of me. Since she, the oldest living Cosmic Cowgirl has gone to the great rancho in the sky to knit intricate lace thread shawls in pale blue for the Lady Saints Sweet Potatoe Society, she is with me every second. She is like the particles of air now. Ever present. Necessary.
I breathe my grandmothers. Since my grandmothers left for glory, they left their scent of lilac and lily in the air about me so that I might breathe their fragrance in particles every second. I live in my grandmother’s gardens.