I really didn’t want to open my eyes this morning for fear that the 80 pound Labrador retriever laying across my legs and the 15 pound cat sitting on my chest would step up their efforts to rouse me from the bed. So, I laid there and tried to go back to sleep. When that didn’t work, I started praying.

But, at the same time I tried to pray, inexplicably the Hallelujah Chorus started running through my head. Why the Hallelujah Chorus? Oh goodness, I don’t know. Maybe because it’s almost Christmas and I’m a huge Christmas fan. Or maybe I heard a snippet of it somewhere or another. Or maybe the Holy Spirit had a lesson for me to learn. Maybe all three.

I think praying is hard. I can breathe short prayers no problem. In fact, I pretty much have fragmented conversations with God all day long. I talk to Him a lot. But the kind of long, concerted, effort-filled prayers where you intercede for His mercy, well, those are difficult. I have a hard time keeping focus—staying on track—not letting my mind wander off.

So, this is how my prayer sounded in my head this morning.

“Dear Lord, please be with Dawn today. She had such a bad day yesterday with the seizure, I know she just really needs a good day with no pain so she can sleep . . .

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

“And Lord, please help Kara. In her blog it said she was just radiating pain recently. God, please take it away . . . . “

For the Lord God Omnipotent Reigneth!

At first I was frustrated that I couldn’t say a prayer IN MY HEAD without Handel’s masterpiece getting in the way. Then, I realized it wasn’t in the way. It was a perfect accompaniment.

“And God, please help Margie’s family. I still don’t understand why You took her so soon. Her kids and husband must be heartbroken . .. .”

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

“And Jesus, please help Uncle Harold. The holidays are going to be really hard adjusting to life in a wheelchair . . . . “

And He Shall Reign for Ever and Ever

 “And God, please help me to stop asking Why all this suffering has to  happen and to start learning to trust you more . . . “

 King of Kings, Forever and Ever

“And God, thank You for loving me and choosing me to be your child when I never, ever could deserve it . . . .

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

 And by the end of my prayer, I had to smile. It became pretty obvious the Holy Spirit and Mr. Handel had something to tell me. Despite our sufferings, He is Holy. In the midst of our hurt, He is glorified. And no matter how difficult it gets, He is King forever.

And once I was reminded—yet again—of this important lesson, I was ready to get up and begin my day.

Hallelujah—and Maranatha.

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