Churning Sea

Oh, Father.

Oh, intervene into this day! How I pray you would take the chaos of unanswerable things, that you would take the burdens and the worries and hold them in the palm of you hand. Father, there is so much. So much that suddenly appears. But it is as if there has been a storm out at sea, and the choppy waves are stirring up the bottom. Stirring up the silt and the debris embedded in the floor of my ocean. Of others' oceans.

We drop it all in this vast waste of water hoping it will sink into oblivion. Praying it will disappear. Wishing it might remain buried forever.

Father, we ask today that you would plumb the depths of us. Fathom the cubits of water of us. Show us what is on the bottom. Reveal to us what is shifting in the sands.

Father, we need you. It's the bottom line. We are a needy people. I am needy.

Father, I see evidence of the enemy's thievery and destruction everywhere I turn. Ships run aground. Boats flipped. Father, please come and still this ocean of us. Speak your words of healing back out across the waters. I pray your words would move far deeper than the surface, oh to the depths. To the bottom where the pressure of the vast amounts of water threaten to crush us.

Father, this morning I ask for you to come. I am asking for your sweetness and grace to be evident--to cast aside the horrible feelings that come in the wake of the enemy's thieving.

Father, we need you. Your little children need you. We are floating on a blow-up duck inflatable on this vast sea. Please come and save us.

Amen and amen.