I’m here, Lord.
My body ached getting out of bed this morning, but I’m here.
Did You ever have body aches? Are they redemptive?
I’m tired, my King. Tired… and old.
So, here we are again.
I ache; but, my deepest ache is for You.
Your silence puzzles me. It always has.
When I say that I ache for you, I speak the truth… and I wait.
Beheadings, war, disease, corruption, politics, countless people living in misery…
Does prayer help somehow?
And have You noticed the state of Your Church? The divisions?
It feels sometimes like I have no home… unless I take sides.
But, I can’t.
What I long for is Your voice. To walk with You. To rest in Your embrace. To finally understand.
Mother Mary, help me!
And… I love You, my King.
I always have.