My friend
leaving on vacation
asks for my prayer requests.
I am flattened.
She wants me to write on an index card the desires of my heart, along with the other requests she is collecting, so that she may lift them heavenward each day of her get-away.
On her trip she will
talk with God in the valleys,
hike with God up volcanos,
meditate on God in the mist,
look for God in the forests,
and converse with God on mountaintops.
And during those times of prayer she will bring my name before the Father’s throne. She will intercede for me.
My body is heavy.
My knees are weak.
My lungs tight.
She is offering to carry the burden
I am tired of carrying.
For I am weary,
out of words,
empty of all wisdom as to my situation.
My Shepherd says “Come to me, all who are weary, who labor, all those toiling and carrying heavy loads. I will give you rest.”
My Friend, He says “cast my cares.”
My friend, she says write my requests.
And so I do. On the back of an envelope I scribble my prayers, and then humbly press them into her open hands.
I am unworthy of such a gift.
I am unworthy of such grace.
I am unworthy of His grace.
And yet in such need of it.
~ Maranatha
More Musings
Thank you my dear friend for lifting my weight and helping me cast forth all my cares on our Good Shepherd! Your act of grace moved me deeply.
Perhaps today send someone a lil’ text letting them know you prayed for them, that you lifted their name before the Father’s throne and asked His blessings on their heart. Doing so will cheer them, I know it.
