Prayer for grandmothers

Father, Psalm 65 says Your paths drop abundance. That means the roads You walk us down are lined with gifts, even when we do not see them at the time.

Lord, my year has been like autumn. The harvest is in. Some fields are full. Some are bare. But the paths I walked are not empty. They are scattered with Your gifts. The friendships that stayed. The prayers You answered. The small mercies I did not expect.

Let me walk back along a few of those paths today. The phone call from my granddaughter in May that I had stopped hoping for. The doctor's report in June that was better than we feared. The neighbor who finally let me in for tea in July, after months of polite distance. Each one was a gift I almost missed.

Make me a noticer, Lord. Open my eyes to what You have already given. The path ahead is Yours too. Every good thing comes from Your hand.

Amen.