Teach us how to pray, God,when our faith doesn’t feel like comfort.when there are not easy answers or tidy scripts.when there are no other words but lament. Teach us how to pray, God,when we see Christ in Gethsemaneat the center of it all. Teach us how to pray, God,when the Spirit groans alongside us,speechless too,…
So bless you all in these beautiful, terrible contradictions.You who serve others,knowing it comes at a steep cost.That time you’ll never get back.Those people who won’t ever be as grateful as you hope.The paycheck or PTO or benefits that will never add up to enough. May you be remindedthat maybe you were called for such…
Blessed are you who are tired of feeling grateful all of the time. who feel more comfortable with moments of rage and negativity and venting all that you lost. Blessed are you when you say, hand on your heart, That there are truths you wish you could unlearn Riches you wish you could get back…
Bless you who love a teenager.You whose worries about them keep you up at night.wondering if you’re doing it right,if they’re going to be okay,if you over-reacted or under-reacted.If you’re going to make it through tomorrow without losing it.Or how you’re going to have that hard conversation without them shutting down or shutting you out….
Blessed are we,when love makes us brave.Be it our friends or teachers,Our mentors or partners.Our siblings or parents or grands. From the littles who remind us to get in the game,even if there really is something more pressing to do in that moment.To the parents who remind us how quickly it all goes,whose wild, ungrounded…
God, this. This is impossible. This grief is too much to bear. If there was a tight orderto the world that you made,it’s come unspooledand no one will wind it up again. God, I feel it coming,that ache for the stories that will never be told.And an anger risingwhen i rememberwhat never should have been….
Blessed are we, who feel the wound of fresh loss.Or of a loss… no matter how fresh… that still makes our voices crack all these years later.We who are stuck in the impossibility of it. Frozen in disbelief.How can this be? It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Blessed are we, fumbling around for easy…
“Blessed are those who have learnedto walk in the light of your presence.”—Psalm 89:15, Oh God, you are interrupting us with eternity once again.Open our hearts and minds and eyes and ears to hear what you have to teach us. On this Palm Sunday, time is marked as one small donkeyplods toward Jerusalem,One with a…
Blessed are you in this terrible, wonderful now. Fumbling around for the right words. You need so much and it seems impossible to say at all. Blessed are you for whom prayer feels hopeless, disappointing, futile. Blessed are you in your radical honesty, in the ways you speak of your grief. The long, sleepless nights…
What a waste. That wasn’t going to get you a nicer apartment. Bless those who give their health in service of patients who might not even deserve it. What if that patient took unnecessary risks or was selfish or was never going to say thank you? You could have been protecting yourself or God forbid,…
Love can break your heart. It’s probably in the fine print. Didn’t you click the box at the bottom of the terms and conditions? Blessed are you when your kids are ungrateful, when your parents are unbearable, or when they would have been if they were still around. When you help an unfixable friend, listen…
Bless all the moms—those who have carried usin their bodies,and in their hearts,and in their minds,and all those who have mothered usin some form or fashion. The ones who answer our callsno matter the time of day,or absurd the request.Those who remind us that we are loved, loved, lovedno matter what. We thank them and…
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