Prayer for grandmothers

Father, the Lord will perfect what concerns me. Psalm 138:8.

Father, this verse has been with me in rooms I did not want to enter. Hospital rooms. The room where we divided what was left after the funeral. The room where a hard talk with someone I love went wrong.

In each room, the verse held.

The perfecting is Your work, not mine. What concerns me is wide enough to cover everything in my life, even the things I have stopped knowing how to pray about.

Some of the perfecting is slow. I cannot see most of it. I trust it the way I trust a careful craftsman shaping a piece of wood, even when I am out of the room.

Keep perfecting what concerns me. Keep at it after I am no longer here to watch the workshop door.

Your mercy lasts forever. You have asked us not to forsake the work of our hands, and You will not forsake the work of Yours. You will finish what You started. The unfinished parts of my day are safe in Your patience.

Amen.