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PRAYER WHEN FRUSTRATED


Lord, I feel so frustrated I just want to
scream out ‘aargh’
but I can’t even do that.
I try to get through to others what it’s like,
but I can’t.
I try to tell them how I feel,
but they don’t understand.
I try to tell them what I want, what I need,
but I can’t get through.
It’s all so hopeless.
I don’t know why I even bother trying.
I hate being helpless: I like to be doing
things and relating to people, but I can’t.
I just lie here, stuck,
unable to do anything about my situation.
Anxiously I look for signs of hope,
signs that the future might be brighter.
Any glimmer of light is seized upon,
but the joy is short-lived
because the struggle is so intense,
the frustration so great.
Will I be like this forever, Lord—
so helpless, so dependent, so stuck?
The thought is more than I can bear,
and I push it away.
This isolation—from life,
from family and friends—is awful.
I see them struggling to understand;
I see them trying to protect me
from their troubles;
I see them feeling helpless and hopeless
in the face of my frustration;
and I wonder how long
they’ll continue to come,
and I feel even more frustrated,
isolated, scared.
Don’t leave me, Lord. I need you
like I’ve never needed you before.
At least you know what I’m thinking,
how I’m feeling.
And I know that I am not alone,
not really alone, at all.
Help me to endure the unendurable,
give me the courage to keep on trying—
again and again and again—
so that I don’t sink into the pit
of black despair.


Amen.


Helen Prior