(Warning: the following might make the tender-hearted among us queasy or uneasy. Try not to be, unless that is your current situation too. If that's the case, use these words, personalize them, and make them your own.)
God of dark skies and rainy days,
Murphy's Law is in effect. The sheer amount of work, the burden of leadership, and the undercutting of those from whom I seek support is getting to be too much.
Your servant Matthew tells us to not worry about tomorrow, that today's trouble is enough. Nay, I say today's trouble is too much, because yesterday's troubles won't leave me alone. How can I ignore tomorrow's problems, when they become today's and stare at me from my calendar?
Remember the words of your servant Job, hear them from my mouth and from my heart:
"Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul."
Deadlines have come and gone, and still there is work to do. Responsibilities are being heaped upon my head as I sit on my ash-heap.
Gracious God, send someone to my side, hearken to my sigh of helplessness. Not only send them with your spirit, but set your spirit on me that I might receive them in humility and thanks, not with anger and pride.
I ask for the strength to get this **** done. I pray that I may find joy in your presence, and that your presence is not far off.
But until I have wiped everything from my plate, like Job, "Will you not look away from me for a while, let me alone until I swallow my spittle?"
Thanks for me waking up today. I've got to get back to work.
Amen.
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