Helloooo God? Can You Hear Me Now?

At breakfast yesterday I told my children to say a prayer for their grandfather who is in the hospital after stubbornly deciding to tile Nana’s backyard patio all by himself. I said, “Kids, pray really hard for Papa.” They proceeded to clasp their little hands together in a super tight grasp and through clenched teeth pushed out a prayer, straining to say it as “hard” as they could.  I laughed to myself thinking how cute and how innocent. Maybe that prayer would be the most powerful I thought.
I spent the rest of the day worrying about how I should pray for my father. I said a personal prayer but wanted to do more. This was important and I really needed God to hear me. I obsess on things like this. It’s part of my inherent need to do things “right”. When I was growing up, my dad, a no nonsense military man, made sure I did things right- from holding a fork to driving a car –which made finding the right way to pray for him now all the more important to me.
You are probably thinking the entire time I was worrying how to pray I could have just been praying and, yes, you would be right. I just didn’t have the words. So I started Google-ing Catholic prayers. Catholicism is wonderful during times like this as there are many many many many many rote prayers you can turn to. Unfortunately I became a little lost within the “many.” Finally I gave up and emailed my RCIA leader.
“We cannot manipulate God in any way, shape or form.” She wrote back, “God always listens to us — even when we can’t find the words.” I suddenly felt like my children. In a way I was just like them, trying as hard as I could to make God hear me when, in fact, he was already listening.
The prayer I was given that many people find comfort in when they really need help is a prayer to the Blessed Mother called The Memorare.
The Memorare
Remember,
O most gracious Virgin Mary,
that never was it known that any one who fled to thy protection,
implored thy help or sought thy intercession,
was left unaided.
Inspired with this confidence,
I fly unto thee,
O Virgin of virgins my Mother;
to thee do I come,
before thee I stand,
sinful and sorrowful;
O Mother of thy Word Incarnate,
despise not my petitions,
but in thy clemency hear and answer me.
Amen.

4 thoughts on “Helloooo God? Can You Hear Me Now?

  1. Hello Little Squirrel –
    What I have learned over the years is not to pray for the out-come i.e. the results, but simply to pray for. When my sister was looking for a mate, I didn’t pray for her to meet and marry a specific person (which by the way she had already picked out and had by name), but simply for her to find and experience true love. My mother always told me she was praying up for me the perfect wife, but after years of soul searching and having my own spiritual awakening I was able to tell her “please, just pray for me to find love, and to be happy.” I understand now truly she wanted for my happiness and success, but she was stuck in only being able to trace out a path for me similar to her own in which she had found these things.

    I begin each day in prayer asking only for knowledge of God’s will for me and the strength to carry that out. And then a prayer of gratitude at the end of the day, after reflecting on day’s events. In the beginning of my journey I would find myself asking God just to help me get through whatever was going on in front of me. But now, and little by little, I began to realize that I offer up a prayer of gratitude in knowing that no matter where I am, there is not a place where God is not. And I say thanks in the awareness of His presence.

    1. Thank you so much for such solid advice! I am always learning and truly appreciate your wonderful perspective and thoughts

  2. Hello my Squirrel friend! Dale is right. My Dad said the same thing: You pray for God to help you get “through” something, and when my Mom was alive she would say to pray for “the highest good”. We will all experience our older parents on their path to meeting God and it was not a happy time for me but I got through it. When I wanted to pray and ran out of things to say or do anymore, I just did the whole rosary, all the mysteries, etc, etc. I had collected little prayer books on many saints and placed them in a small gift bag and carried it around with me to pull out prayers and pray for my Mom, myself getting through things, and for God to send people to be with me as I was alone taking care of my Mom with a brain stroke. There is a saint for brain injuries, a saint for throat ailments, a saint for those who are writers, almost anything. But most of all, approach prayer like a little child, as Jesus said to “let the children come to me”. . .try to relax, and don’t clench your teeth. Love, you. Karen

    1. Thank you for sharing this with me Karen. I really am still learning how to pray. I feel so lucky to have someone like you helping me 🙂 also I will try not to clench my teeth because I do do that.

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