God: Psalm 151
Me: Okay. I can’t remember anything about Psalm 151 but I trust that it has a message for me. (At which point, I pick up my Bible, page through to the back of the Book of Psalms and find that the last psalm is Psalm 150.)
Me: Umm . . . Lord, there is no Psalm 151.
God: . . . . (the sound of crickets. . . )
A psalm of Donna, an aging woman, in the pre-apocalyptic era
Lord, tell me what to say to you that would please you. My words are not sufficient. But I can only trust that the imperfection of my words—written in deep love and yearning for you—will be sufficient, for you know that I am a flawed human being yet you love me.
Lord, my God, I love you and praise you. My heart overflows with gratitude.
You, my father, hold me in your arms, comforting me and protecting me.
Although my feet stand on broken glass, my heart and soul are bound to you, reaching for heaven.
Lord, I can never have enough of you. The more I know you, the more I move into your presence, the more I want of you. I pray that the mustard seed of your presence in me will grow until I disappear and all that remains is you.
Teach me, Lord. Illuminate the ways that please you and extinguish my many faults. Mold me into the image of your son.
Bring me to a higher plain, into closer communion with you until that glorious day when I slip out of this mortal coil and am forever with you.