It’s probably not my most eloquent prayer.
It’s the one that’s shown me He even cares about the problem piles in our lives.
Last year I swore I would never order 9 cubic yards of mulch for the garden again. Yet, the bids for someone else to do all the work came in consistently over $2,000. So, I ordered it — due to mulch envy. My neighbor ordered mulch and it was the most lovely shade of dark brown (I wasn’t a Fine Arts major just for gallery items.)
There it sat. For three months. It was due to work and life pressures I told myself. I really didn’t want to do this work, yet it blocked the front path to my home. As well as a full parking space.
So I prayed. The answer I received was not an audible voice, of course. It was the message, “chip away at it a little each evening.” He helps me even with the mulch piles and gives me so much more. Fresh air and a way to decompress after work. Exercise for muscles that had not used a pitch fork in a long time. And mostly, He gave me wonderful comfort that He can help — and is listening — to even the simplest requests like, “how can I tackle this big job?”
I’m almost done. I would have been finished by now, but He sent rain. The much-needed rain that’s even more important than mulch.