Things are so turbulent, Lord, I’m not even sure what to pray for.
My eight year old asks me what I wish for and I’m stuck with big impossible answers: the end to the pandemic, the healing of the earth, world peace, every single person to be healthy.
God, I like to have structures and normals to hold my anxiety.
When I’m anxious, I like to repeat the schedule, like a prayer in my head that the day will proceed according to plan.
But I know, God, that this is not how it works. And with so much uproarious change, repeating the schedule no longer holds my anxiety.
Often the government can hold anxiety, quietly in the back of our heads. So much so, that until that security is gone, we don’t realize how much we depend upon that.
That too is fruitless right now.
Sweet Jesus, hold my anxiety. Help me to place it on your strength. Because it is too much to hold anymore.
Holy Spirit: comforter, help me to voice all that I fear to you, to acknowledge that it is real and substantial. And then, please God share my burden so my breathing comes just a bit easier, my shoulders relax a fraction, my jaw unclenches enough that I remember to stretch a bit, take a deep breath and start my day.
God hold my anxiety I pray.
Please Share/Adapt with Credit to Katy Stenta and Please contribute to my Doctorate of Ministry with a Donation I have PayPal https://paypal.me/KatyStenta?locale.x=en_US Venmo www.venmo.com/Katy-Stenta or Google Pay to Katyandtheword at gmail