I expect to get some news via email today and when I see the header, my heart will beat a little faster and I’ll step away from the computer, take a deep breath, and stifle my reflext to say a goofy prayer.
Whenever I want something to happen, it occurs to me to pray like I did when I was a kid. Please God, make it come true! It’s a funny reflex, and one that I’m now in the habit of catching myself when I do it, as it makes no sense. (See my essay I pray. But not like that.)
Instead, I’ll just say a mishmash prayer of “Help me handle this, help me learn from this, remind me that there’s no way to know if it’s good news or bad news.”