I planned to write today about Ash Wednesday; about the history and importance of it as the lead-in to Lent.
But then we received news we've been waiting on for a long time. A. Long. Time.
I want to write from a deeply theological place about prayer and its purpose. But, even as I think about rejoicing at this answered prayer, I think of all those for whom prayers are not answered; I think of the prayers unanswered for us and the way I should be looking at this answer as a different answer to the original prayer.
I want to do all of that. But I'm not going to. I'm not going to attempt to understand, let alone explain, how prayer works or what I am to understand by the challenging idea of Will.
Today, I simply am going to thank God for this blessing and thank all those who have journeyed with us, praying with us, crying out with us, and now rejoicing with us.
Tonight, I am going to let myself rest in God's arms of grace with a lighter heart than I've had in a long time. Maybe tomorrow I'll engage that theological conversation.
But, tonight, I embrace the mystery and continue in the act of prayer not from a posture of desperation, but from a posture of gratitude.