Dear God, I always feel like the last one picked. The left out, the unclaimed. It’s hard to miss. My gifts are not welcome. My tears are not seen. My pain is not registered. I feel invisible. Jesus, when You walked among us, You became the one rejected. You were abandoned—even betrayed—by Your best friends,…
God, I have no idea what courage is or where to get any, but I really need it.help me in my fear. Blessed are we who say, God,fear is taking up too much space and I have little bandwidth left. If courage is a gift, then please give it.and it if is a thing for…
Blessed are we, the graced.We who don’t deserve it, whose failures haunt us, the things we said, the things we left unsaid, the decisions and addictions and broken relationships that have ripple effects we still feel today. Somehow, we are the recipients of this mysterious gift. grace doesn’t erase the pain or harm we’ve caused,…
Blessed are you, who feel the wound of fresh loss. or of the loss… no matter how fresh… that still makes your voice crack all these years later. You who are stuck in the impossibility. Frozen in disbelief. How can this be? It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Blessed are you, fumbling around for…
O God, we have seen the heartbreaking images of Afghan people in peril after its takeover by the Taliban. O God, send help in this grave hour. Give justice to the lowly and the orphan; maintain the right of the poor and the destitute. -Psalm 82:3 God, you call us to more than “thoughts and prayers.”We must be…
I feel things big. And for the longest time, I felt so much shame because of it. I need reminders that my emotions are not bad or good. They’re just information. You feel angry because this is unjust. You feel sad because this is awful. You feel tired because this is exhausting. Your emotions are…
The feeder is empty againand no one is claiming that the birds are greedyfor taking what they pleased. Look at how the fat, pink flowersare weighing the end of each branch,sucking nutrients into each velvet petal.How selfish. Nature hungers, takes and needs.God, why can’t I? Blessed are we, learning to take what we need.Sleeping past…
God, I feel it again, the burden of being human, and the fact that nothing will exempt us from the pain of it. Wherever you go, you bear yourself, and always find yourself.– Thomas a Kempis, The Imitation of Christ, transl. Leo Shirley-Price, 1952. Blessed are we, Your human creatures,with mind and soul and spirit…
Blessed are we who we lose sleep over what troubles us.Whose worries keep us watching the clock tick by.Who have no energy to do anything but fret.the kingdom of God is here and now. Blessed are we drowning in grief.when wave after wave after wave crashes over us.Who start to feel okay, then something reminds…
God, I feel it again, the burden of being human, and the fact that nothing will exempt us from the pain of it. Wherever you go, you bear yourself, and always find yourself. Thomas a Kempis, The Imitation of Christ, transl. Leo Shirley-Price, 1952. Blessed are we, Your human creatures, with mind and soul and…
God, the very people who are supposed tolove me and know me best have let me down. I don’t know if I’ll be able to find a way forward. I’m losing my sense of homeand the reality of it fills me with a kind of fear.However big, however small,this pain feels unforgivable. I know they’re…
Let go, let it all go except, of course, when you can’t. Living in the present is nice in theory. except when you are in pain.So let’s bless that tension, the push pull of wanting to let go, sometimes needing to let go, and also needing to hold on. God, sometimes it feels like a…
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