I remember this same thing as a child—so many fuzzy seeds wafting by like a snow flurry in summer. I used to catch the seeds in my fingers and make a wish. I also remember blowing the seeds off a dandelion and wishing, too.
Somewhere along the way, I began making prayers out of wishes. Making a wish is still fun. But now I’ve turned vocalizing my heart’s desires into prayers. I call them wish-prayers. Instead of launching a wish into space and hoping in something (really nothing) to make it happen, I began turning my wishes in to prayers, taking my requests to God. I do this at birthdays, too, and have for years.
Today as I watched the cottonwood seeds flutter by on the breeze I remembered my pattern of making wish-prayers. As a child, I’d chase down those seeds so I could grab one, wish and let it go. Today I was content to enjoy the weather without striving.
Then one landed in my lap.
Okay, Lord, I can take a hint.
I lifted up a prayer to the Lord, one thing I’d love to see this year—related to my writing. Then, since I was on a roll and sensed His favor, I lifted up other requests, too.Wish praying is letting your heart dream, letting yourself hope for something fun or a big blessing. It’s okay. Go ahead, lift up a wish to the Lord. You never know what'll happen to it in His hands.