Monday Daily Prayer
May 4, 2020
Cleansing God, of grace and mercies running as deep and vast as the ocean, as pristine as crystal-like fractals of spray glinting in the sunlight as the waves crash onto cliffy rocks, hear my prayer. Sometimes, I stumble. My arms flail about, and my fingers grasp frantically for anything to hold onto; something to steady myself. I’m afraid as my hands clutch nothing but air, and I plunge deeper and deeper into the quicksand-pull of the raging storm swirling around me. Give me faith and give me trust to look for you in the storm. To find you and to walk through the storm, eyes fixed on you, as though I were walking, gliding on the water’s surface; unscathed by the storms of life.
Caring God, in this beautiful world you have made, the trees and flowers decorate the scene; works of a master painter that twinkle with life under the artist’s brush. Amidst this beauty, surreal and welcoming; there is pain, real and raw and unrelenting in its grasp. In the pain of loss, death, war, famine, in humanity’s deep wounds, let me be a cup of cool water in your name. Make me like the tears of the woman who washed Jesus’ feet; tears that weep for the injustices they have seen. Tears that long for wholeness and restoration.
Holy God, this journey of life is like a winding river: swirling and twirling in and out of joy and sorrow; relief and pain; tears and laughter. In your holy mercy, you wind and swirl and twirl alongside me; soothing me when I bump into rocks and holding my hand as the rushing waterfall threatens to swallow me up.
Loving God, you carry me in grace like an ark, a vessel where I can rest knowing that I am safe; I am held. Thank you for holding me in the storms and stills of life. Help me to be a vessel to others as you are to me. Amen.
Sara Robb-Scott, Pastor for Senior Adults and Pastoral Care, First Baptist Decatur