Tuesdays are early days, good if I wake on my own, no shrill of startling alarm.

I did today. Turned to my husband’s side to see the red lit time after waking with the words.

Pray about everything.

Two minutes shy of alarm, 4:58.

Pray about everything. Be still. Hope endures. Trust and wait. Pray and be patient.

A word comes to mind as I find verses to reference prayer.

Platitudes, do my notes to self, casual recommendations to others feel less like truth and more catchy phrase, a platitude?

Maybe.

“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.”
‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:6‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Patience is the word prompt today. Who of us is bold enough or certain enough to say,

“be patient”?

Be patient, this season of death, distress and division will be over soon.

Maybe we did last year this time, but now it feels/sounds like an empty platitude.

So, here’s an idea. Keep praying. Keep being patient.

Maybe it’s with your husband who says soon we’ll redo the bathroom. Maybe it’s with the person in the little old truck either worked all night or just in no hurry and you can’t safely pass.

Be patient.

Repotted your orchid and you see green on the branches after all this time? Be patient.

Patience is a practice. Prayer too.

Pray now, something tiny.

Wait.

Watch your patience grow

and change from a shallow teeny hope, even crazy thing to something better.

Evidence only you will feel and know.

Be patient. Be small. See your world this way and pray.

Continue and believe.