I’m an inspirational writer and a motivational speaker, a woman of faith, a woman of great faith who forgot the words to The Lord’s Prayer.
Forgotten Words
Yep, that prayer. Yep, the one I’ve been saying for (oh!) decades.
The one that’s part of my prayers every Sunday, the one that’s crocheted and framed on my office wall.
While social distancing, our church leadership team has been meeting virtually Monday nights. We always close with The Lord’s Prayer.
Since our internet connects can vary person to person, everyone mutes with me leading. Three sentences in last Monday night, I forgot the words.
Immediately I had a “Please, God. Please, God.” moment, but nothing.
Finally Pastor came on and helped us finish the prayer.
I was mortified. I’m used to saying the prayer with those around me. Without their words with my words, I faltered—big time.
I’m used to doing life with those around me. Without them during this time of social isolation, I’ve faltered in ways not expected, never imagined.
We are so blessed to have each other, to have a God who put us in relationship with Him and each other.
Blessed be the tie that binds, friends.
And if your day—or night—includes one of those “Please, God!” moments, may I be a real reminder that we also have a God of great love and an abundance of grace.
Yea, God!
Deanna is the author of two books, Fruit of My Spirit and Signs in Life.
