NIGHT PRAYER: Monday 1/29

For Someone who is, indeed,

    faster than a speeding bullet,

Someone who's swifter

    than the speed of light,

Someone who could, if you wanted, 

   make all things happen in a flash

        - you sure do take your time, Lord,

              you take your own sweet time...

 

Or at least that's how it seems to me,

    a time-bound creature 

who's often in a very big hurry

    to get from here to there,

    from anticipation to fulfillment,

    from dream to reality;

trying to cut corners and find shortcuts 

    from today to tomorrow, 

    from work to leisure,

    from expectation to achievement,
hoping, pleading, wishing to get
    from  sickness to health,

    from the storm to the rainbow,

    from sadness to joy...

And while I live through all of that, Lord,

    you  - in what I trust is your wisdom-

        you take your time

while I pray and pray and pray

    that even just once

        - you'd hurry things a long...

Well, after all these years 

    you'd think I'd understand,

you'd think at least by now

    I would have accepted that for you:

        a day is like a thousand years

            and a thousand years are like a day,

        that you're not slow to keep your promise

            but are, indeed, patient with me,

        not wanting me to perish

            but rather waiting for me 

                to turn my heart to you...*

 

Then give me, Lord, the desire and grace

    to change, to turn, to move quickly

        from my offenses to repentance,

        from my ways back to yours,

        from my impatience to acceptance,

        and from my restlessness to peace...

 

Help me remember

    that while you're the Lord of all my days,

        your time's not as mine

        and my time's not as yours...

 

And while I wait and wait and wait

    help me calmly remember:

        that all shall be well, 

        that all shall be well,

        that all manner of things shall be well

   in your wisdom and your time, Lord,

        in your time, not in mine...

 

Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake

and watch over me when I sleep

that awake, I might keep watch with you

    and asleep, rest in your peace...

 

Amen.

 

*2 Peter 3:8-9

 

In His Time by Diane Ball 

 

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