Prayer

"Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord.  Each morning I bring my requests to You and wait expectantly."-Psalm 5:3 (NLT).
I'm struck again while reading this beautiful psalm of David with the wonder of knowing that God not only listens to my prayers, He is always available and He always answers in His way, in His time.
Like David, for many mornings, afternoons, evenings and years I have prayed for my children and now I have the privilege of doing the same for my grandchildren.  Often I would have preferred that my prayers be answered on my terms and on my timetable but God lovingly asked me to wait and to trust Him.  I can't thank Him enough for that, as frustrating as it may have been at the time.  And when a prayer is answered in the best possible way, the tears come and my gratitude knows no bounds.
God knows me so well.  He places me in the most challenging of circumstances, draws me close to Himself, then unexpectedly gives me the sweetest of glimmerings of answered prayer in a completely unexpected way, completely unrelated to my personal situation.
God is so good, and again I am given new energy to keep praying and to keep expecting answers.  I simply need to be faithful in those prayers and to trust that His timetable far surpasses my own.

"Thou incomprehensible but prayer-hearing God...
I bless Thee that Thou hast made me capable of knowing Thee, the Author of all being, of resembling Thee, the Perfection of all excellency, of enjoying Thee, the Source of all happiness.
O God, attend me in every part of my arduous and trying pilgrimage;
I need the same counsel, defense, comfort I found in my beginning....
Continue the gentleness of Thy goodness towards me, and whether I wake or sleep, let Thy presence go with me, Thy blessings attend me....
Thou hast led me on and I have found Thy promises to be true.  I have been sorrowful, but Thou hast been my help, fearful but Thou hast lifted me up.
Thy vows are ever upon me, and I praise Thee, O God."-The Valley of Vision:  A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions.

On the health front:
I had an irresistible urge yesterday to go out for a meal with my husband.  He has been so faithful in the kitchen and giving him the night off seemed like a good idea.  We chose mid-afternoon where germ sharing would hopefully be at a minimum.
Fish and chips sounded heavenly, as did the strawberry limeade.
Not a good idea.  Carson is back in the kitchen.