Listen, poppets. Your Auntie Seraphic has a very big prayer intention.
It is not about babies. I had a conversation with the Lord on Sunday about babies.
"How come you never send me a baby?" I asked.
Eventually He got around to answering.
"I want you to take care of other people's babies right now," He said. "Okay, some of them are six feet tall, but they need your help and I want you to give it to them."
"Oh," I said. "But can't I have a baby AND take care of other people's babies?"
But He had said all He wanted to say for the time being, so that was it.
No, this prayer intention has to do with my career. And I think the very best thing I can do, since I feel more-or-less powerless in this situation, is to ask you to pray for my intention. I ask particularly those who have written me letters because, whereas although obviously the Lord doesn't forget stuff, prayers that begin "Lord, could you help Auntie Seraphic because she helped me" sound kind of convincing---to my ear, at least.