Sometimes, in my own fatigue, the cares of life, the pressures, the concerns, the burdens and the heavy things of this world all come together. I feel bowed low, driven to a time of humble pleading. In these times, the prayer I pray most often is simple, child-like even.
Like the prayer prayed by the lepers in my daughters' Bible Story book, I cry out,
"Jesus, help us."
Prayed fervently,
diligently,
respectfully,
sincerely.
"Jesus, help us!"
This prayer never goes unanswered. Ever.
