“Is there anything I can pray about for you?”
It’s the question I am asked nearly every morning as I get ready for work. I want to talk about how this is my absolute favorite part of our marriage, that we begin nearly every day with prayer, but that would be lying. And God doesn’t particularly care for lying.
Morning prayer is not my favorite part of our marriage. Yes, it’s nice to share our concerns about the day. Yes, it’s a sweet and simple morning ritual that allows us to connect with each other and with God. At the same time, it can be kind of… annoying. We don’t have a lot going on right now. Most of our prayers are that I get to work safely. Lame.
Lame prayers are often a symptom of people not being authentic. Last week, I decided to be just a little bit more honest during morning prayer…you know, to spice it up.
It was really cold last week. So cold. Very, very cold. This cold weather caused Mark to be uber concerned about my car.
“Make sure that you let it run for a bit before you drive off. This 10 degree weather is not good for an engine. I’d really appreciate it if you’d let it sit…”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bad for engine. Don’t drive off to fast. Let the car warm up. Got it, dude.
“Is there anything you’d like me to pray for you this morning?” he asked.
“Eh… get to work safe. Have a good day. You know, the usual. What about you?”
“Same thing. Ok. Lord,” Mark began, “please keep us safe, and help us have a good day. Remind us of how blessed we are…”
I quit paying attention somewhere around there because I knew that my turn to pray was coming up, and needed to have something prepared. Well, I didn’t have anything mentally prepared so this came out…
“Lord, thank you for today. We really appreciate it. Ummm. Help us as we do what we do. And help me to not just start my car and drive off. I know this is bad for the engine, and I know Mark asked me to let it warm up first, but sometimes it is hard to listen to him. I’m probably going to start it and go because I’m running late. Help me not do that. Lord, help me obey my husband. Amen.”
Oops. I may have been just a tad too authentic. Letting your husband know that you needed divine help to care about his concerns is not exactly an awesome way to start the morning.
Before he had a chance to throw some *Colossians 3:18 at me to remind me of “my role”, I gave him a quick kiss and ran out the door. Where I let the car run for a good 2 minutes. Because I’m a good, obedient wife.
*Disclaimer: Mark doesn’t throw any Bible verse at me, or expect wifely “obedience”. Not his style. He usually just **hits me.
** Disclaimer: Again. Just trying to be funny. Mark does not throw Bible verses, nor does he hit me. He’s actually a really good husband (who will have a ***proverbial cow when he hears that I even kind of insinuated that there was any kind of abuse going on).
*** Disclaimer: Mark is not pregnant with a cow, proverbial or otherwise.
Ok. I’m done.