I found this prayer today in Words for Worship II, a worship resource from Herald Press, in the 'Morning and Evening' section. I don't know what it was about it exactly, but it cut to some central longing in me. Likely it is related to my urgent need just now to be taken care of and the desire to "take everything...and pile it into [God's] wrinkled, loving hands." How surprised and delighted I was to find that it had been written by another Pacific Northwest pastor, Linda Nafziger-Meiser, from Boise ID.
We take everything that our day has held,
the best and the worst,
and we pile it into your wrinkled, loving hands.
We take everything that the world has held today,
the good and the bad,
and we heap it all into your lap, Grandmother God.
Then we crawl up into your lap, too.
And still there is room for us and the whole world.