It's #wholemama week again and this time we're exploring what prayer means in this season.
When I was a child, prayer was for meals -
for when I felt scared or needed to be healed.
As I got older, prayer felt pretend
and my season of trying it came to an end.
From a hospital wheelchair, on the the psych ward
I found it was God my heart turning toward.
Prayer was first "Help!", then "God, are you there?
Show me the way to get out from this chair."
Joining a church, finding paths toward recovery,
a new season for me lead to new God-discoverys.
I wanted to know Him and was told quiet time
with a Bible alone would make this faith mine.
So I practiced the discipline all on my own,
prayers in a journal where I sat alone,
prayers in the dark of my room late at night,
prayers in glow of the morning's new light.
I found a real Friend and Savior so true
in the time set aside for my sacred views.
Sure, I prayed before lunch and I prayed with my friends
but thought "real prayer" came only when quiet descends.
Then there was motherhood, sweet babes in my arms.
Days bled into nights full of trials and charms.
Now perhaps more tired than I knew I could be
and quiet time space is few and far between.
Where then is God in the midst of this season?
Have I lost my connection with kids as the reason?
"No!" and "Of course not!" is now my refrain,
instead of a loss, I've here found a gain.
For prayer is the whisper of thanks as I rock
sweet babies to tiny to yet crawl or walk.
Prayer is my heartbeat when I feel afraid
of the hard world into which my children will wade.
Prayer is "Wow!", "Thanks!" and "Help!" in the noise of my day,
prayer is "O Spirit Speak" before friends come to play.
Prayer is "Jesus be near" if the crying won't quit,
prayer is "Father, hold this" when the hurt makes me split.
Quiet time is infrequent, devotionals short
but here in these fast years, I've found a new sort
of practice in praying, in connecting with God -
it's a all-day communion as forward I plod.
I'm finding anew that to pray and not cease
is a sweet way of living, I walk in fresh peace.
I see Jesus while cleaning and here in the noise -
new mercies each day as I raise up my boys.
If you haven't already, be sure to check out Esther Emery's #wholemama post this week, featuring the incredible Sarah Bessey. Loved their interview!