Where I Unsuccessfully Try to Fake Not Being Sad

I think one of the hardest things about blogging – aside from writing regularly which I obviously stink at – is holding sacred those things that just aren’t appropriate to share in a public forum while at the same time not appearing as if I am not deeply grieved and affected by them.  I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve felt like a fake for writing about something as trivial as the size of my laundry pile when people I love are experiencing the unimaginable and wishing the only thing they had to worry about was there being no clean underwear in the house.  This is one of those times except today I’m just going to put it out there.  The truth, not the underwear.

You know, I’m not sure we realize what people are requesting when they ask, “Will you pray for _________ ?”  I used to think that people believed God would relent and bend to our will if enough individuals asked it of Him.  That He would give us what we wanted based on the quantity of the pray-ers.  But I’ve changed my mind about that.  Not that the first option isn’t viable or biblical because we are invited into the process of God’s deliverances through intercession.  But, in addition to this I’ve concluded that when I ask people to pray it isn’t because I believe I need “x” number of people or the Lord will not act.  There are some things for which I need prayer that cannot be fixed by anything but time.  What I’m really asking is for someone to care.  Like mine, I wonder if your “prayer requests” are really “care requests”?

In addition to the grief upon grief our own family has experienced recently, there are many people I love who are in great despair, who are suffering greatly, and are doing all they can to find sure ground because their earth has been moved from its axis.  They are asking for prayer as evidence that someone will give them the second thought that calling out their names to God demands. And as much as I wanted to write some light-hearted follow-up to disinfecting the house after Syd’s bout with the stomach virus, the truth is I’m just too sad and I don’t have the energy to pretend I’m not.  Profound concern demands that we push “pause” on the trivial and hit our faces on behalf of those whose battles are anything but.  C.S. Lewis said of prayer, “The position of their bodies affects their souls”.  Time out, face down prayer marks us.  It marks us.

I feel compelled today to provide a forum for “care requests”.  You can post anonymously if you wish but the question to answer is:  “What thing in my life do I want someone to care about enough to mention it to the God of the Universe?”  And if you feel so led, you may reply to those entries where the Lord moves you to respond.  Consider this a blog altar call.*slight grin*

I will begin:

Today, I ask that you care about our Uncle Dave who is dearly loved and suffering complications from chemotherapy for pancreatic cancer and heart disease.  He is a brilliant, interesting, gentle, lively, energetic Georgia Bulldog fan who loves his family and whose family adores him.  It pains us to see him so sick and our great desire is to see him take up his mat and walk out of that hospital.   I also ask for three matters that are either private or I have no permission to share but are the source of many, many tears. 

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