I stand, stone still, at the edge of disheartenment.I have nothing but this certainty:nothing changes, nothing lasts.I feel hollow. God, this world you made is full.Warm earth pushing up new seedlings,unfathomable oceans teeming with mystery,and the miracle that our clay bodiesbear even the possibility of creating new life. We are all swimming in wonderso, God,…
God, I carry around this incompleteness,this drive for fulfillment that always seems just around the corner.If only I could get it together and find my true calling,my real passion, or the right plan. God, help me, guide me. What am I missing? Blessed are we who strive earnestlyto change ourselves and the world around us,but…
I was hoping to be the kind of person by nowwho doesn’t tumble, headlong, into the dayfalling, falling, fallingfrom the high boardwithout nearly enough water below. God, I swear I didn’t plan it like this.But here I am, hoping for another miracle. Lord, bless these dumb plansthat will short circuit my thinkingand make me fragile,…
God,complaining is completely underrated. How else can I be honest? Every frustration has me spinning. And the sheer volumeand timing of each new problemhas me convinced this is a conspiracy. Are they trying to ruin this for me? I’m trying.I’m honestly trying here. God, come meet me here.Chip away at my chippiness.Calm my racing heart.Loosen…
Blessed are you, faced with the impossible. You who do not take your eyes away from what threatens to swallow you whole. You who stare down reality, though your heart quickens. You for whom action comes swiftly, as you chart the next step or bulldoze a new path yourself. You know how to turn hope…
God, I can’t tell which person I will be today: kind and loving, turn-the-other-cheek and I’ll-be-right-here, soft but strong. I will keep no record of wrongs. I might be someone else entirely: brittle and judgmental, I’m-taking-my-share and you-deal-with-it-alone, hard but weak. I will keep every record, dammit. I am an accountant in this world that does…
(maybe today could be more than bearable. It could be beautiful.) Blessed are you, the pragmatic,You who have run the math and know what adds up—and what doesn’t.You who have set it all down.You who don’t hope or dream or plan anymore,…because what’s the point? Your world has shrunk.Pain or grief or fear has sucked…
Blessed are you, dear one, when the world around you has changed. Everything is different now,your body, your age, your relationships, your job, your faith. The things that once brought you joy.The way you existed in the world.The people you love and trust and rely on. Things have changed and it would be silly to…
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…
Blessed are you who have realized that life is hard. and it’s hard for everyone. Your awareness came at a cost. You lost something you can’t get back. You were diagnosed with chronic pain or a degenerative disease. your family fell apart and things have never been the same. Blessed are you who gave up…
God, I carry around this incompleteness, this drive for fulfillment that always seems just around the corner. If only I could get it together and find my true calling, my real passion, or the right plan. God, help me, guide me. What am I missing? Blessed are we who strive earnestly to change ourselves and…
Blessed are we who are becoming,who have lived so longin this strange state we call timethat it shows. We are changing,and that’s how we knowwe are alive. Blessed are you who see theevidence of your own becoming,the places where you are wornfrom so much loving. The laugh lines from jokesthat made your belly ache.Crow’s feet…
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