A prayer based on Psalm 143
And ... an answer would be nice, but please withhold judgment.
Life can seem crushing and dark and exhausting.
Sometimes, I long for the" good ‘ole days" when it wasn’t.
Yet, here I am, like a little baby bird with beak wide-open, starving for you.
It sure would be nice if you’d appear when I snap my fingers.
But, sometimes, it feels like you’ve gone into hiding.
Yet, I still trust and claim your steadfast love every morning.
Help me to remain teachable, and save-able and lead-able
And, while you’re at it, maybe you can make my path level?
Pickle me in your name, so that I become your righteous preserves.