Life is so precarious

Life is so precarious, Lord. No sooner do we get through one crisis, or even minor struggle; no sooner do we get one prayer answered, till we’re right back asking for something else.

I don’t think it’s that we’re never satisfied (though that may be some of it) but there’s just so much that we have to deal with. Satan is so - alive and well - and even if it’s not particularly, specifically, him, then the very essence of “fallen mankind” brings struggles of its own - disease, heartache, apprehensions. Even natural disasters - earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis, fires - are all a part of nature “groaning in travail” until the time of the end.

There’s just not a moment in our lives when we aren’t in dire need of some Divine intervention.

But even in the midst of all this, Lord, may we
listen when the birds sing
may we
smell when the flowers bloom
and may we
just take the time to appreciate the touch and the smile of a friend.

And Lord, lead us to the opportunity to be that friend.
Because life is so precarious, Lord…


©2006 Betty J. Newman