I received devastating news this morning.
A friend of mine lost her child. My heart broke for my friend when I got the news. I cried. My friend lives in another state. I can't go there. I can't give her a hug. I can't be with her. I can't even gather with friends to support her. I can't provide meals or childcare for her children or... anything.
My heart is broken for my friend. I prayed immediately after getting the news. My whole being was (and is) consumed with empathy and sorrow for my friend. I cannot stop hurting for them and praying.
I went church this morning. It was hard to worship. It was hard to think about the lesson being taught. It was hard to think about surrendering hopes and dreams to God. At one point, I had to walk out because my emotions were too much. It was difficult to think about God's promises and how he sustains us in hard times.
These words were shared this morning at church.
"We often think of prayer as what people do who can't do anything else. But this story (David in 2 Samuel 7) turns that kind of thinking on its head. Prayer isn't resignation and inactivity. It is attention given to God whose activity is far bigger and more powerful than our own. Prayer is sitting and listening and speaking to God so that we can get in on what it is that he's doing, that our action might join his action. If we don't stop and take time to pray, we just might find even our most well-intentioned actions going directly against God's actions."
The words gently and powerfully reminded me that prayer is where we join with God.
"Prayer is sitting and listening and speaking to God."
I am sitting with him talking to him about my friend Michele. She was 38 weeks pregnant when her baby boy Jesse died. Please say a prayer for her and her family right now. Instead of celebrating his arrival, they are saying good-bye.
Sit with God. That is what I am doing today.