PRAYER: UNFINISHED Lord, I feel so unfinished – like an unfinished conversation or basement. There is so much more to say, so much more to do. It’s true. Will anything ever be finished? Lord, get me to laugh at all this, because you are never finished. You are an unfinished Creator, You are an unfinished Conversation.
In bold, plain, clear words, I simply want to report that some people are beautiful, like the nurse this morning who offered me coffee, or the drivers of the 3 cars that stopped to help push a car that had skidded off the road because of the ice. Most news is good news if you stay on the right channel.
The mother sits there on the edge of her seat, her daughter’s first piano concert, both mimicking each other, all twenty fingers in concert, playing each note together. The father sits there on the edge of his seat, his son’s first Little League game, both mimicking each other, all four hands in concert, making each catch together. The grandparents sit there way back in their seats, their grandson’s first piano concert, their granddaughters first game at shortstop, smiling at their children on the edge of their seats.
Sitting here with a slow cup of morning coffee, before I’m off to the hospital to see her. “Lord, please get her better soon.” The clear glass salt shaker and sugar bowl we received at our wedding 43 years ago this month, still sit there on our 2nd kitchen table, in this our 3rd home. Our kids are gone, off on their own. At times we don’t miss them, as much as our grandkids. I sit here all alone missing her and our long love affair, our quiet breakfasts: eggs, coffee and cornflakes, and her smiling command, “No sugar! No salt!” and she’s the one in the hospital.
Somewhere inside all of us is a mahogany box. It’s hidden there under a bed or on top of a closet shelf or in the bottom drawer of our soul. Inside are the important papers, letters, photos of a lifetime. It’s important to give the key and the location of the box to someone before we die.
And he would grind his teeth and growl. And he was against immigrants and illegals, and anyone who didn’t speak his language. Everyone understood him. “Grrrr!” is the same in every language. And he was against evolution. It was obvious.
