pray

The body of Christ is uplifted in my tragedy. When I hear stories about deaths, on the news or from word of mouth, my pain compels me to pray for the people affected by death. There is something so much more real about my prayers now, a reality that, if given the choice, I would gladly trade for the surface prayers of old, prayers for random people that I only uttered to make myself feel better. Now the splinter in my soul irritates my heart to the point where it hurts more to not pray. I say this as a reluctant child of God whose understanding of Sovereignty is becoming more and more illuminated as the days pass on, and as one who, in the face of Glory, can do nothing but bow.