prayer – Page 4 – Wendy LeBolt

Do you hear what I hear?

What do you hear when you listen?

Prayer for a Day Worth Thanking God

This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it. In gratitude, Lord, I offer it to you. That the rain has stopped. That I have a moment’s peace to recall That you know exactly what lies ahead, so into it we run, blindly, belatedly, but freely. Bring back […]

A Billion Prayers

What do a billion prayers sound like to God? Do they ring, like bells? Do they rush, like water? Do they sing, like melody? Do they echo, like canyons? Or do they shudder, like fear? Shout, like panic, Whisper, like despair, Rasp, like profanity? Do they run for their lives? Huddle in hope, Gasp, in […]

Caution: Stillness May Be Dangerous

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.* Except I hide my sitting in moving. But trust me, I’m sitting on the inside. Oh, not lounging-on-the-couch-with-a-soda-and-popcorn-in-front-of-a-movie kind of sitting. No, I mean myself, the part of me who knows she is me, is seated and stilled. I must disguise this as moving because, were […]

From Black and White to Living Color

So, we wait. We don’t rush to the finish. We don’t turn to the back of the book for the answers or the last chapter to see how it comes out. We don’t take the short cut through the peppermint forest if we roll doubles. We don’t jump to the front of the line. We […]

Expectant

How brave the mother cardinal, perched atop the feeder, not feeding, but performing, not performing, but calling. With words I do not know, but a voice I dearly do. I am here! I have a message for you! Come! She calls out and waits, calls out and waits, for the answering call in a pitch and rhythm […]

Boldness Before God is Humbling

God doesn’t concern Himself with small things, just the big stuff. You do not have, because you do not ask. God doesn’t need my advice. You do not have, because you do not ask. God already knows what I need. You do not have, because you do not ask. God’s will be done. There, that […]

Open Letter to Santa

Dear Santa That’s as far as I got on my letter. I don’t remember the last time I wrote a letter to Santa. But this year I have pledged to do one thing each day that a kid would do. Of course a kid would write a letter to Santa, so here it sits on […]

The Lost Art of Touch

I woke to the sound of whimpering turned to whining and then a generalized commotion. Silver, my decrepit and dementia -laden husky, had wandered in the wee hours and found himself trapped behind a chair. He was flailing, unsuccessfully, to free himself. Upon seeing his predicament, I turned on the light, so he could see I […]