Well, here I am again, Lord. Two days in a row! I know that’s unlikely to qualify for miracle status in your eyes, but I can’t help feeling a little bit pleased with myself – even though I promised I’d pray first thing, and here it is 1.30 in the afternoon.
Andrew went back to work this morning, Emily to school, and then Nathan off to kindergarten at 12.45 so I’m here at home, by myself, with the lovely sound of silence (unless you count the washing machine) wanting to spend some time with you. There’s not a sibling fight in sight.
Now I’m here I’m not sure quite what I should be praying for though. I know I could get one of those prayer guides but somehow I feel a bit reluctant. If I’m going to do this I want it to be honest. I don’t want someone else’s words to get in the way. When it comes to prayer I’m not sure there isn’t anything I can’t really say to you. No doubt there’d be a theologian or two who would dispute that. All I know is that I feel the need to talk to you in a new way – and I don’t want to start off on the wrong track by being untrue to my own thoughts and feelings.
I suppose what I want to pray about first is my family. I pray for Andrew, Lord, that you would help him at work, where things seem a bit stressful at the moment. I know I need to be more supportive as a wife. I pray for Emily, look after her at school, and for Nathan who, at three and a half, seems far harder work than he ever was during the so-called terrible twos. I know I’m not the world’s best mother, but I do want to do better.
Think I’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe I’ll have things more together then. In Jesus’ name I pray…Amen.