I've never thought prayer had to be complicated. "Help" and "thank you" pretty much cover it for me. The sea of life moves me up and down, and while I manage to keep my nose out of the water most of the time, 90% of me will always be below the surface.
Yesterday was one of those days when I swallowed a little water, panicked, asked for help, and now I'm saying thank you. A stranger misjudged my motive and criticized my honesty. Because the comment was neither clear nor direct, I first mistook it as a overture of friendship. When I began to suspect his words were unkind, I asked him what he was trying to say. He clarified his opinion a bit, the moment passed, and we parted ways. I felt indignant and naive. It took me a while to let it go. A friend reminded me that it's a broad highway and there is room for all of us, with all of our opinions and character defects.
Today is a new day. Thank you for new days. Help me to pause before I react. Help me to be patient, kind, and tolerant in the ever-changing sea of life.
