I remember the day years ago, sitting in the parking lot with my best friend from high school. We had been shopping, and more important than the shopping, pouring our hearts out to each other. Now, back in the car we took a moment to pray for each other. I closed my eyes and began by saying, "Dear Lord, please give my friend patience..."
A sharp pain shot up my shin and I grabbed it. My friend said with a hiss, "Don't pray that!" Some prayers come with a price, and she was not sure she wanted to pay it, at least that particular week.
The words swirled around in my head for weeks as I pondered. Can one be completely anything this side of heaven? Aren't we innately prideful, canceling out any possibility of being completely humble?
Relieved of the burden of perfectionism. Relieved of the burden of people-pleasing. Relieved of the burden of knowing it all. (As if I could ever really be perfect, please everyone, or know much of anything.) I was free.
I am a little quicker to pray the Prayer with a Price now that I know the reward on the other side.