Another stirring prayer from my friend, Ray Hardin. Be blessed today.
Whispered Blessing
O God heaven and earth, how we wish for
a second chance. Some way to undo or get
beyond the mess we’ve made of things. Or the
mess someone else has made that troubles us
as much as them. And so we breath out—
barely audible—our would that, how I
wish or if only. And though sometimes those little
prayers are for others, most often they are for
ourselves. Reviewing our life with regret and the weight
of sorrow, we wish things were different. Better.
Maybe more like they once were—back when. Or
more like we would have them be. Careers. Husband.
Wife. Health. Children. Finances. would that.
How I wish. If only. Our soft prayers
ricochet off heaven’s grace and come back to us
with a question: what would your world look like
if your whispered prayers for yourself got somehow
transformed into whispered blessings for others?
Would they make any difference? Would they change
anything? Could they open the way for a second chance?