Ramble On

Luci
Jul 17
2 min read

Updated: Jul 26

Yep. I do it.

A lot.

Not just out loud, but in my head, in my heart, under my breath… and mostly to God.

(Honestly, who else could tolerate all of THIS mouth?)

I call it prayer. (And I’m sticking with THAT!)

Some days, my prayer life looks like quiet time, scripture, the Hallow app, and worship songs.

Other days, it’s me ranting in the kitchen, mumbling while folding laundry, griping while scrolling social media, having mental debates while driving, or whispering in bed when I can’t sleep.

I tell myself it’s prayer.

I think it is.

But sometimes, it feels a whole lot like gossiping with The One.

Here’s a TINY bit of what I’ve shared with Him lately:

God, were You with them? Please tell me You were with them at the end.
Lord, how will the post office survive Prime Day? I can’t even get my regular mail!
Will there ever be peace, Lord? Please let there be world peace.
God, please make Paul stop shaking his wet hands in front of the bathroom mirror. If not, I swear to You, I’m kidney-punching him.
Where should I donate these clothes? I have so many cute things. Who needs them most?
Did You hear the Chiassons singing at church? That was heaven on earth, right?
Lord, can You please shut down Facebook arguments? Just… shut them down.
I need sleep. Please turn off my brain tonight.
Do You think it’s too soon to try the new Japanese place?
I don’t know what to do. Please guide me with some obvious directions, this time.
He did it again! Oh my God. He is SO annoying.
Thank You for my family. They’re a mess, but they’re my mess.