I wrote this one morning as I sat and attempted to begin my morning quiet time. I find myself praying something like this quite frequently so I thought I would write it down. Once I wrote it down I quite liked it actually so I thought I would share it. Here it is. Enjoy.

Oh God, I come to you humbly and imperfectly. 

But I believe that my feeble attempts at concentrated attention please you even more than any sustained concentrated attention. 

Thanks for that. 

I know I will be distracted by something at some point: 

• dogs barking
• wife talking (or singing or informing or something else)
• baby crying (or laughing or waving or something else)
• goats bleeting
• gates opening and closing
• neighbors talking (or driving or something else)
• thoughts about my outfit
• thoughts about my weight
• hunger grumblings
• worrying about my job
• fears about the economy
• random memories from childhood
• an important (but annoying) phone call that I must make (or receive)
• the cat staring at me
• worrying about my sermon
• a fly (or gnat or wasp or something else)

But here I am anyway. 

Attempting to carve out a few fleeting moments of holiness or transcendence or honest or something else that I can’t quite name. 

I don’t really know what I am going for here, but this: 

Would you take my attempt at pray as a prayer? 

I hope so. Maybe that will be enough. 

Amen.