stop: lent in pictures day 23
+ + +
Stop checking, stop fretting.
Stop worrying, stop scurrying.
Stop running, stop rushing, stop talking, start walking.
Start listening, start resting,
start sitting, start trusting.
While sorting through our books and deciding what we don’t need to move one more time, I came across this little book, Prayers Ancient and Modern. I’m not sure how it came to us, but there it was, among the commentaries and yearbooks and novels I loved in high school. It’s a collection of prayers, some as old as the psalmist himself, others from the second century, and still more from the nineteenth century. (The book itself was published in 1897, so modern is a relative term.)
I paged through and my finger landed on yesterday’s date, March 11. There I found this prayer, written by Thomas Wilson, a gift to my frantic spirit:
O God, who seest all our weaknesses, and the troubles we labor under, have regard unto the prayers of Thy servant, who stands in need of Thy comfort, Thy direction, and Thy help. Thou alone knowest what is best for us; let me never dispute Thy wisdom or Thy goodness. Lord, so prepare my heart that no affliction may ever so surprise as to overbear me. Dispose me at all times to a readiness to suffer what Thy Providence shall order or permit. Grant that I may never murmur at Thy appointments, nor be exasperated at the ministers of Thy Providence — Amen.
May it be a gift to yours as well.
+ + +