Easter 5A Psalm 31:1-5,15-16)
I find this psalm funny, oddly familiar, full of theological red flags, yet somehow just right.
It reminds me of the prayers I hurriedly murmur at night.
My daytime prayers are more focused, more complete, more articulate and sometimes even articulated.
But at night, in the liminal space between consciousness and dreams, I murmur:
O Lord, who did I want to pray for? M's daughter and S's son and both their families, the ladies from church I visited today, and everyone seems to be so angry in the world, dear God, I am praying for the world, and oh, my sweet children, and my love, and am I doing all you want me to do?
I love the phrase "My times are in your hands." I don't see it as an assertion that God is managing everything down to the letter; I couldn't believe in that God, not in this world, the way things are every day. No, I see it as a commitment of my hours, my days, my life.
My times are in God's hands.