A Waiting Life, or Memories of Helplessness
Rising at 4:50 in the morning
45 minutes feeding and walking the dogs
woke my wife, dressed her, and off we went
to the surgical care center for an early morning visit,
armed with memories of multitudes of prayers
from our priests, deacons, members of the food pantry,
and members of the people served by the pantry.
I always feel guilty having others pray to God for our needs;
All night and morning my meditating, praying
for the sure hands of the surgeon,
the thoroughness of the OR nurses, and the anesthesiologist.
God is so busy. There are millions around the world
needier than us. Why will he notice the prayers of people
to assist my surgeon, handle my emergency, keep me calm for the surgery when there is so much other need.
But, God is always there. God is there for us wherever and whenever we need him. He is there when we sit down to pray, or just to meditate about how He fills our life with wonder.
When we are in most need, never forget, God is always with us.
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rkcdlitt
I am a retired high school and college professor. The last 10 years of my teaching was as a college professor of literature and writing. I have self-published one book of prayers and meditations and am preparing another book of poetic odes to faith and love. I am truly honored to be welcomed into this group.
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