Prayer for grandmothers

Father, it is a little embarrassing to be told to grow at my age. But Your word was written for someone, and I keep finding out it was written for me too.

I thought the growing season was done. There were years when I read this verse and looked over my shoulder for the young woman it must have been meant for. Then I noticed she had gone, and the verse was still here, and I was still here, and the soil under my feet was still soil.

So grow what You will grow. I cannot do this on my own, and I have stopped pretending I can. Show me the small obediences this week that match my actual size and strength. Not the big dreams of someone twenty years younger. Just the next humble next thing.

Patience with the slow checkout line. Steady kindness to the daughter who calls when she is overwhelmed and forgets to ask how I am. A few minutes longer in the chair before I close the Bible.

I will let You decide what new fruit ripens this year. I will only try not to be in the way.

Amen.