What’s so good about it anyway? It seems like more often than not I’m struggling to pray with any degree of faith and an overabundance of grief. Anxiety gets the better part of me. Mental distress and a hundred scenarios of bad and worse distract from the exercise of seeking peace and trusting in God’s mercy, provision and compassion. My train of thought looks something like this:
My meandering prayers sometimes never make it past the third stop on the path, but I’m working on walking by faith these days and not by sight.
But there is a good part of the grief. And that is the fact that it drives me to prayer when otherwise I don’t always see my need for it. And it reminds me of the abundant goodness of God poured out in Jesus. And that’s good indeed!