I gave my Power of a Praying Wife book away.
Dog-eared with water stains,
The marriage worry stone worn slick in prayer and meditation.
I wonder how this lady is today?
Did she have to let go, too?
I’d like to tell her it’s OK,
That we don’t have to behave a certain way.
The prayer worked,
Not to my ends, but to His,
Melting my stone heart,
Replacing THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE
With this is how it can be.
I’d tell her how grace waits on you,
Like Mary pouring expensive perfume all over Jesus’ feet.
Nothing is wasted.