Power of Prayer

I have been thinking a lot about what prayer can accomplish.

I remember teaching confirmation last year and talking about how the psalms are prayers and can typically be lumped into a few different kinds: mad, sad, glad.

And I hold to the fact that we can often clump prayers into categories as well.
Mad, sad, glad still count.
But so do many others.

Because we pray to God when we are angry and upset with how things are going in the world.
We ask for justice, for understanding, for retribution.
We want God to right all wrongs and to take away pain.

Because we pray to God when we are sad or grieving or lonely.
We ask for peace and healing, for the knowledge that God is with us, giving us comfort or strength as we need it.
We want God to keep us happy and healthy.

Because we pray to God when we are happy and thank Him for blessings.
We thank Him for sparing lives, for healing, for peace.
We want God to know that we are grateful.

I prayed in gratitude that the crash wasn’t worse. I prayed in gratitude that even though I heard the words “head-on collision with a drunk driver going the wrong way down the interstate” and my heart stopped when I thought of all the accidents in ND that ended with death, my sisters are alive. I prayed in gratitude that my sisters are alive with injuries that are no longer life-threatening. Life-changing, but not life-threatening.
And I’m especially grateful for the amazing people I met or heard from, people who are strangers to me and my family but were concerned and wanted to help.

I also prayed for peace and understanding, for something good to come out of the pain, for God to be my strength.
And I found that my heart was not full of anger and hate.
I’m not to the point of forgiveness yet, because I think I would either need more time or else to see the man who hurt my sisters.
But I’m not angry.
Disappointment that anyone would drive after drinking, yes.
But not anger.
Because I hope and pray that God will continue to do good.
I’m grateful that God watched over my sisters.
I don’t understand why it happened, and it broke my heart when my sisters would start crying and questioning why they were hurt and why they are in pain.
But I’m not angry.

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