Periodically I write and post a prayer for writers and for others. These prayers come out of my writing life, out of my hopes for the writers among us, and out of my desire for this blog to sit at the intersections between faith and writing. Pray them or a line from them, with and for the writers you read, know, and support. This prayer is about faith. Join me, if you will.
Unfold faith in us when our hands clench doubt. Pull the cord keeping us tied to what we see, and spin us in twirling circles of enfleshed hope. Open our eyes. Make our vision or visions clear, unencumbered by the litter of lifeless life. Where we sit and, then, lay in faithlessness, give us confidence to rise. Whisper to us the way babies do, in tones that are anything but quiet. Call to what talent you’ve placed inside us. Speak to our futures and talk to us until we believe enough to take one more step forward. Grant the same loud whisper tomorrow and each following day. When we are overwhelmed, convince us to stay faithful, to keep going, even when going is steep, hard, hardly possible. Give us little bits of you and make our days decorated by grace. We will be lonely in our work, and that loneliness will tempt us. Please be more powerful than the emotion that comes from our long obedience. Be more convincing than all the feelings within. Be more.
In the name of the One who wrote lost words in the sand,