I looked back to some of my previous blogs and saw that I wrote a lot on prayer, the need for silence and simplicity when we pray. I think I might have been trying to tell myself something. Do I really pray from my heart?
I want to share a prayer that someone sent to me, maybe some of you saw it, but it is worth passing along. It is a prayer given by a farmer at a parish breakfast. Here it is:
“Dear Lord, I hate buttermilk.
Lord, I hate lard.
And, O Lord, you know I do not much care for raw flour.
But, Lord, when you mix them all together and bake ‘em up,
I do love those fresh biscuits!
So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard,
when we just don’t understand what you are saying to us,
we just need to relax and wait ‘til you are done fixin’
and probably it will be something better than biscuits.”
Not a lot of fancy words there, my friends, but a solid and deeply resounding reminder that every day we are given experiences and have encounters that draw on our souls to respond. Prayer is the best expression of that response. So look around you, see the needs, the successes, the tragedies, the triumphs, the sadness and the joy, and that is where your prayers are needed. Have faith and you will get better than biscuits.