More and more I am convinced that pleading prayers are just another way to block our acceptance of God's will...or just another way to follow our ego's dictates.
We become obsessed with "perfecting" our plea, making it good enough, pretty enough, pleasing enough to God that he (apparently) will go against his own good sense and grant us our wishes. Sometimes our ego even uses self-denigration...spelling out how low and unworthy we are, with undeserving at the top of the list...in hopes that this does the trick in maybe guilting God into giving over to our will.
The child's blinding flash of the obvious is still true: "God don’t need no frills and I ain’t no worm."
I am a believer in a statement I once heard (and I don't remember from whom, when or where) that God's will is what our will would be if we had all the facts. Convincing our ego that it doesn't have all the facts is our choice...and our cross.
The praising prayer that fits me, that I use in times of wonder or woe, is, "Thank you for my everything just as it is right this very minute. Amen."
Thank you.
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