Some days, I wonder whether I should continue to pray. Why bother? In the end, what will be will be. It all works out, for the best, over time. So, why torment myself with the needless hopes that praying awakens in my soul?
The answer is - I bother to pray because I must. Hope is what gets me through each day. Hope is especially important in a troubled day. When I pray, there is the hope that things will work out the way I want them to. Never mind that my “wants” might conflict with what God knows I “need.” As a good and true human being, I want it when I want it. I make noises about understanding that some things take time, but the truth is that I’m praying it won’t take long at all.
Knowing all of this, I still pray. If there is an absence of hope, despair sets in. I have no room in my life for despair. I don’t mean that it cannot happen to me. It can. It can happen to anyone. But I have too many folks depending on my and my sensible nature, so I can’t give in to despair. At least not right now. So, I continue to pray, to build hope in my heart, to soothe my soul.
Thank you, Dear God, for the hope I feel every time I come to you in honest prayer.
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