Do you ever wonder if God judges the quality of your prayer?
I’m a grade-oriented person, so sometimes I think grades on a whole bunch of normal life tasks would be good to let me know I’m on the right track… especially prayer!
But God doesn’t deal in grades.
So why do I insist on grading myself?
My latest poem scribbled down about prayer, God, and that A+ grace. Let me know if it resonates with you today.
SOME OF THAT A+ GRACE, PLEASE.
I love As,
(A+s are better though).
It gives me
GREAT satisfaction
to see
that particular letter
in bright red
at the top
of my most
earnest work.
In fact,
I think
I’d like an A
for my
most recent
prayers, God.
Please?
Because they
might just be
my most
earnest ones yet.
You don’t
deal in As,
though
do You?
That’s good,
I guess.
Because with every A
comes the
distinct possibility
of a D…
or even
a big FAT F.
So, I take
it back, God.
Please don’t
start grading me.
Instead,
keep offering
that A+ grace
that only
You can give.
And maybe
through your example
I’ll put away
the red pen
and offer
a little grace
myself.
Maybe I’ll even
start showing up
as I am:
all the letters
rolled up
in one
broken and messy,
yet beautifully created
and carefully chosen
self.
©2022, Gretchen Crowder
