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So on Sunday, before my $4 movie, to delay the inevitable unpacking, I nestled in to Anne Lamott’s memoir, Traveling Mercies. Many of you may be very familiar with Anne, but for whatever reason, I was hiding under a rock for the past few years and it wasn’t until a few months ago when I discovered her. Nina likes her. Shauna likes her. Trish likes her…how have I never even heard of her?
We may not agree on everything, but she’s a beautiful, poignant, and insightful writer and she loves her Jesus. I’m so enjoying her spiritual journey through her book, Traveling Mercies.
In one chapter, Anne is praying through whether or not she should let her young son fly in a small plane for his birthday and says, “Here are the two best prayers I know: “Help me, help me, help me,” and “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Sometimes, we overcomplicate things, when all we really need to do is cry, “Help me!” or our hearts bend to a point of gratitude and we simply whisper, “Thank you.”
These prayers may be short and sweet, but in my opinion, they often come from the most genuine and real parts of our soul.
The past several weeks, my prayers have been a combination of the two, but I’ve been keenly aware of the Truth that as I’m going through life, at each turn, God’s presence is there and is going before me. All I can think to do is whisper, “Thank you, God,” nothing too specific, but I know that He knows.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”