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Say a Little Prayer

8/28/2016

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​For a moment I wonder if we could set aside the debate that always divides rather than connects—the debate over who or what we pray to, his or her name, or even their existence. This post is about my conversation, cries, shouts, . . . yes prayer, in the privacy of my own heart with something bigger than me. It is said that prayer changes things . . . personally, I have a complicated relationship with prayer but in times of change I pray because I need help changing. I don’t know about you but I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately. I feel like I’m shuffling instead of walking. I feel like I’m moving in circles. I’m waiting and worrying that I’m wasting time waiting. I don’t think I’m alone. I think many of us are in the midst of change.

​Anne Lamott, one of my heroes, in her book, Help, Thanks, Wow: The Three Essential Prayers, suggests these three prayers in difficult times.

HELP

I was awake but hadn’t crawled out of bed when my cell phone rang. I was at home in Wisconsin for our family reunion. It was a beautiful yet fragile time together—life’s clock is always working but sometimes I am more aware of the tick tock. The voice at the other end of the phone was my dad, calling from the nursing home. 

“I’ve got a problem. I think my bag (colostomy bag) has failed and I’m afraid of getting out of bed and making a bigger mess. Can you come and change it for me?” 

My immediate thought was incredulous;You’re in a nursing home—use the call button and call a nurse! 

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But in his call for help I also heard the unexpressed context for his request—he was not able to be in his own home even when his family was, there was a “for sale” sign on the front lawn, the day before he wasn’t feeling well enough to join us in a visit to the farm that his grandfather homesteaded and my dad grew up on—who knows when/if he might be able to visit again. So I let go of my resistance, climbed out of bed, and put on my big boy pants. Something I can’t really explain happened during the drive to the nursing home. When I walked into my parents’ room, I felt like I was entering a sacred space. Yes, it was an unpleasant task but there was also grace in this request for help. There was healing in the space between my dad lying prone and vulnerable and me.

The help prayer is so hard to pray, it usually happens when I’ve fallen and can’t get up, but once I utter my surrender, I often feel the tears of grace.

THANKS

​One of my other heroes, Maya Angelou, demonstrated the thanks prayer best. Some of you may have seen this but attached is a video of one of Maya’s visits to my church. If you don’t have time to watch the full video, check out the first couple minutes. It’s a thanksgiving that overflows and is contagious. (The video is a “few” years old—before I started dying my hair gray. Ha! I’m in the top left corner with the smile that came from being in the presence of Maya's incandescent and ineffable light).


​WOW

​I sat down in darkness—nature’s darkness that has never met the urban glow of electricity. Last week I was camping in Humboldt County, 180 miles north of San Francisco, along the south bend of the Eel River. I was in an amphitheater created by thousands of years of water carving out a canyon walled by soaring redwood trees. The weekend crowd had left the park and I was virtually alone. I turned off my flashlight and lay down in the crushed rock of the river shore. Nocturnal noises moved around me—water tumbling over rocks, the buzz of insects and the scurry of unknown animal wings and feet. I looked up and stared at the kaleidoscope—sky filled with infinite points of light, twinkling and moving across a deep blue-black canvas. My heart thumped and my arms grew goose bumps as I was instantly right-sized—I am a speck in this universe; uniquely, intimately, and intricately connected. Welcome to awe—when awareness is reshuffled and we get a glimpse of things we can’t quite hold. Eyes wide open, prayerfully—WOW.
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Annie w
8/29/2016 06:55:24 pm

Beautiful as usual
I also loved seeing the movie of Maya angelou at Glide and watching all the expressions on your face as you experienced her from just a few feet away----very wonderful! xo aw

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David
8/30/2016 12:21:30 pm

Thanks Annie--it was such a gift and amazing experience to be in Maya's presence. I loved her writing long before I even knew who she was.

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