Prayer for grandmothers

Father, in this small apartment my light is electric. The lamp by my chair. The little bulb in the kitchen. The flashlight by the bed for when I get up at night. Every one of them depends on a wire and a bulb and a circuit and a bill paid. Most days I do not think about how fragile that is.

But You showed me a city that needs no sun and no moon. The Lamb is its light. That light was never made. It never burns out. It never fails.

Lord Jesus, that is a hope I can hold when this body gets weak and the lights here go out. They will go out. But the light You are taking me to is not on a wire. It does not depend on a bill or a bulb. It depends on You.

Steady the part of me that worries about the dark here. I do not have to be brave about the dimming because the brightness ahead is Yours. Anchor my old age to the next city's light, not to the wiring in this one.

Amen.