A Prayer For a Friday
Jesus. You seem so far off sometimes, and so close at others. Sometimes, I feel like I am walking on water with You, and other times I feel like I am sinking quickly, feeling the fish nibble at my feet. I want to hear you say my name, just my name. I want to relax into the safety of Your presence. I can't pretend that I am satisfied. Not today. I see the blessing, I see the beauty, but I still hit the walls. How long? I promise I'm not drunk, just frustrated, just tired, just worn out. I'm hoping because I don't know any other way. But my heart is sore. I know it doesn't do any good to hide from You. You know this story, You know the anger, the fear, the ache. I'm holding all of this out in my hands. Please. This time, will You answer?