Early to work today, with nothing much accomplished–sorry, but when I scanned the nooze this morning, I just couldn’t bear to write it down. Hundreds of people killed by terrorists in Sri Lanka. Teens swallowing Climate Change, hook, line, and sinker. And look at that, I’ve started to write it anyway–! Mille tonnere, as Hercule Poirot would say. I have no idea what that means.
I just want things to be normal again, without assorted monsters and boogiemen peering over my shoulder.
Lord, are you hearing my prayers? At least, O God, relieve my wife’s afflictions. The doctor and all his tests, they were no help. I need to be able to say, as the Psalmist says, “My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth” (Ps. 121:2).
I’m going to keep on shooting prayers at you, Lord, until you heal her. In Jesus’ name, please heal her now!
The rest of it, I’ll face. Just do this for me, Father. Please. In Jesus’ name, Amen.