Accept me, dear God, accept me for this while.
Let those orphaned days that passed without You be forgotten.
Only spread this little moment wide across Your lap, holding it under Your light.
I have wandered in pursuit of voices that drew me, yet led me nowhere.
Now let me sit in peace and listen to Your words in the soul of my silence.
Do not turn away Your face from my heart’s dark secrets, but burn them till they are alight with Your fire.
I arrived at church this morning to find a card address to “Pastor” slipped into the mail slot on my office door. I was late, because I’d had a phone meeting at 8:30, listening to someone who is retiring from a volunteer position in an organization I am part of. He is frustrated and sad and needs to go, and his retirement will affect several things that are still important to him. It seems as if controversies and disruptions are all around. Some days I feel as if I am walking through rooms full of broken glass and I find myself praying for wisdom beyond my own, the right words, the courage to speak them, and the patience that goes against all my urges to get things right and do it now. The card was a home-made Valentine that said “Thank you for filling our lives with enthusiasm and lightness. Love to you.” What a blessing to hear it on such a dark day. And then I opened my little book of prayers and found this. Accept my weakness and ego and discouragement, dear God. Accept my weariness and longing for peace when I feel that I cannot find peace. “Let me sit in peace and listen to your words in the soul of my silence.” Amen.