Earlier this year, I was asked to write a month's worth of prayers for the devotional book Bread for the Day. I wrote about that process here. Last week, I got my first look at the prayers in print.
As part of my payment, I got two copies of the book. Immediately, I turned to the August section, the prayers that I wrote months ago, prayers for August 2012. I gave the other copy to my spouse, who also flipped to August. We each read some of the August prayers out loud.
I felt tears welling up. Last week was one of those hectic work weeks, where I had more work than I had time to do it, where I had to redo work that I'd submitted months ago--ah, the Penelope aspect of my job, where I weave one day, only to unweave at night.
The prayers that I'd written back in March really spoke to me last week when I read them out loud. They were prayers for parched people, prayers that asked for deliverance. I hardly remembered writing them in terms of specific details, but I was happy and comforted to see them again.
Here's an example, a prayer I wrote for August 18, a prayer that seems appropriate for the last month of summer during a time of climate transition (I predict that the summer months will stretch so that for many of us, August will one day be the middle of summer, not the near-end).
Creator God, we live in a time of drought. Our circumstances leave us parched and thirsty. You have promised us a spring of living water. Replenish our depleted wells. Leave them overflowing with wet promise.
feeling the feelings…
1 year ago