“I look at God, I look at you, and I keep looking at God.” —Julian of Norwich
I’m in the ministry so I naturally get a lot of prayer requests. People figure it’s in my job description.
But lately it seems like there are so many more prayers than ever. So much pain, so much heaviness.
There’s all the cancer (which, let’s face it, could fill a prayer book alone), and infertility and loneliness, and job-searching, and broken relationships, not to mention that world-going-to-hell-in-a-hand-basket stuff.
I go to sleep praying and when I wake in the middle of the night I figure it’s God poking me and it’s time to pray again. I get a note or a phone call or I see someone and I try to pray in the moment. But sometimes it just feels soooo heavy. Like too much.
But here’s what I think we get wrong. Continue reading
