I’m praying for a softening of the arteries, but my cynicism keeps getting in the way of my faith. “Let’s pray about it” might sound like a Christian’s cure all, yet God says

Why do I look up at the sky for help when I’m sinking? in need of help? lost? lonely? exhausted? invalidated? Or even exuberant, for that matter? It’s as if I ignore the very vessels – people – God steered into my port specifically for me. God carefully chooses the people and circumstances in my life with whom I can talk and listen, love and be loved, laugh and cry, grow and heal.