Thursday Prayer: lessons from a small white dog

Dear God,

I sometimes wonder
if I look to you
like a small dog
determinedly lying
at an odd angle
on an awkward pile of pillows
when I have a perfectly good bed
with a heating pad in it
(and actually
many other comfortable spots)
in which to lie.

I suspect that the determined streak
that Maisy and I
share in common
might make discerning your will
more difficult.

I hope
that you look on me with affection
as I plop myself
in another unsuitable,
or at least unlikely, spot.

And God,
when there is a steadier place to be,
help me to listen
and,
when you invite me to rest in the place
you have prepared for me,
help me to move.

Amen.

Jemma Allen is a priest in the Anglican Church in Aotearoa, New Zealand and Polynesia and expresses that ministry as a researcher, counsellor and spiritual director. 

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