Monday, September 6, 2010


Isaiah 49:13 - 16 (NIV)

13 Shout for joy, O heavens;
rejoice, O earth;
burst into song, O mountains!
For the LORD comforts his people
and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.

14 But Zion said, "The LORD has forsaken me,
the Lord has forgotten me."

15 "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
I will not forget you!

16 See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
your walls are ever before me.

ON THE PALM OF YOUR HAND you write my name, O God.
Through the pages of creation, my life unfolds.
In the chambers of your heart, I have a home, O God,
where every cry is heard, every tear seen,
every thanks
whispered in the dark or sung to the morning
is known to you.
And still, I am slow to thank, to ask, to trust.
O God, who is great and good,
help me to pray.

From p. 72, The Awkward Season: Prayers for Lent by Pamela C. Hawkins. Copyright © 2009 by Pamela C. Hawkins.

A friend suggested I try my hand at this blog again.  Not every day, she said, but just give it a try.  So here it is with much help and inspiration from today's Upper Room Reflection.
My own prayer:
Abba, Father... help me to draw closer to You and to stay in the circle of Your light.  Even through the anger, the fear, and the depths of depression, may I seek to find my name written on Your palm.