After having lunch with one of my friends, I was distracted by this prayer all afternoon. This prayer-prose is one of thanksgiving. It is also dedicated to this particular friend and to others who wrestle angels alongside me.
You are called the Lion of Judah for a reason. King of Kings who is good, but not necessarily safe. Father, forgive me for the times that I view you as a kitten, instead of recognising you as the one who can never be tamed. You don’t fit into boxes – no matter how emerging, doctrinally correct and justice-filled they may appear. Nevertheless, you remain patient with me.
God, I thank you for the ways in which you remind me that you are with me. This restlessness within my spirit and desperate yearning for things I cannot see or even name, is a feeling shared. I’m grateful for friends who walk alongside me in their own discomfort and confusion. Their own, intertwined with my own, yet separate and distinct from mine. How beautiful it is that they do not give me trite answers. Neither do they act like Job’s presumptuous friends, quoting bible passages that I already know. Instead of peering from their lofty towers of perceived accomplishment, they are perplexed as I, but ever so encouraging. I am blessed to have such company.
Lord, you say that your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. However I would prefer a flood light for my friends and I. A Google-map-esque GPS system along with Facebook updates of progress would be helpful too.
Your stubborn child, who loves you but also struggles with control-issues.
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 4:6-7