Friday, March 20

Psalm 86:1-7

Google Query: “Twenty-something needs career improvement, more friends, love, and meaning.” Enter.

ZocDoc: “Therapists specializing in millennials. Must take Aetna.”

Siri: “Find cooking classes near me with social component for recent college graduates.”

Reddit thread: “NYC entry-level jobs for physicists with good benefits.”

Lord, if you are there, please turn up the volume. I am poor and needy. I know we don’t talk that much, but I’m asking for my son. He’s experiencing first love, first job, first rent, first real life. I’m worried he’s lonely, hungry, and stuck. Adulthood has set in and when he hurts, I hurt.

I need your help here. If we’re being honest, I trust you most consistently on airplanes and during medical tests. I try to serve you though. I go to church, donate money, help neighbors. Does that count? 

In any event, I need you to have mercy on me. I’ve tried Siri, the search bar, and I even dipped a toe into Reddit. This child ignores my search results, Lord, and my texts and emails. So, I’m asking for your help directly. I lift up my soul to you.

Have mercy on me, Lord. That therapist does not take Aetna, the cooking class was full, and Google shows no job openings. Maybe I should have gone to you first before searching the world for ways to improve his mental, physical, and emotional health, but here we are.

In the day of my trouble I call on you, for you will answer me (v. 7). Incline your ear, please, Lord. I’m turning to you.

Consider 

How could you turn to prayer as much as you turn to other sources of help? 

Pray

God, create in me a prayer life so I will share all of my life with you. Amen.

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