If I had been able to vocalize this two weeks ago, my prayer would have been similar to the one I found in a Catholic Study Bible: “O God of the Weary, when exhaustion covers me like a blanket and I am unable to honor the promises I’ve made, send in a faithful disciple of prayer to stand beside me that I might feel their strength. Let their faithfulness seep into the pores of my skin and silence the enemies of my soul. When I begin to doubt the efficacy of prayer, surround me with people of faith.” What I love the most is that I didn’t have to even formulate this prayer, and God already answered it with you.
Now, my version goes like this: “O God of the Faithful, thank you for your presence in the Eucharist and in each person I meet. Words cannot express my gratefulness for your servants. I am in awe of your wisdom, for you have provided me with what I need before I even know to ask! Help me to cling to You in all things, for without You, I am dust. I echo the prayers of my ancestors, begging for unwavering faith in Your promises. ‘The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.’ (Psalm 28:7). May my lifesong continue to praise You.”
I know that I won’t be able to pray this every day; there will be days of sorrow and days of pain. But we know that for every thing, there is a season (Ecclesiastes 3:1). This journey is not to be taken lightly or traveled alone. So, for the gift of faith and the gift of my Christian community, I am thankful.
