Helena Hewston 248 words

“Dear Lord. You know the secrets of my heart. The things I cannot share with anyone. If I did they would not be a secret any longer. Help me now in my hour of need.” So began the woman kneeling at the back of the church.

She had entered when there was no one around. It was quiet and empty and she had no need to go in very far. She occasionally did so to give herself a few minutes of separation from the shopping and talking and listening and watching that filled her days.

Confession was not what she wanted or felt the need for. She had not sinned but she was worried. Concerned about her role in life and how to fulfil it. She knew this one sided conversation with The Almighty would not produce results like a magic wand but it would help her come to terms, to gain a perspective, to accept the need for letting things happen in their own time.

Life tended to be too busy to share the worries and concerns with others. Besides that they did not really listen. Well meaning conversations containing platitudes would not work. And that really was her secret. She wouldn’t be bothered with niceness and sharing her own and other peoples business. “Help me to turn things around without it being obvious. Help me to do your will and for it to be our secret”.