God, this is a kind of magicthe way this day shines so strangely,how it sparkles beyond our understanding. (Yes, it was a disasterthe way the food turned out this yearand how what’s-her-face said (I told her not to)What shouldn’t be repeated.Again this year.) But, somehow, this daynever fails to awaken a longingto love well—or at…
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,…
Lord, here I am. How strange it is, that some days feel like hurricanesand others like glassy seasand others like nothing much at all. Today is a cosmic shrug. My day planner says,rather conveniently,that I will not need you,cry for you, reach for you. Ordinarily, I might not think of you at all. Except, if…
Blessed are we in the tender place between curiosity and dread,We who wonder how to be whole,when dreams have disappeared and part of us with them,where mastery, control, determination, bootstrapping, and grit,are consigned to the realm of before (where most of the world lives),in the fever dream that promises infinite choices, unlimited progress, best life…
God, I could not have imaginedthat this road could beso long, so hard, so daunting. Here I am, worn out—body and soul. Blessed are we, the wearywho must set aside what we are carrying,and begin to feel only the weight of our own being.It is enough for now. Let our shoulders sink from around our…
God, our bodies remember the sleepless nights and cold sweats and unrelenting stress.Show us how to process all that we suffer. “How frail is humanity!How short is life, How full of trouble!”—Job 14:1, NLT Blessed are we, when we decide to make room for all of it,the fear and the gratitude, the complexity and the…
Blessed are you standing among the ruins of a faith that once felt so sturdy,now turned to dust under your feet. The certainty you once had, gone. The community you loved, dissipated.The hope you held dear, hard to find. Instead, what’s taken up residence is the very stuff that seems counter to what you imagined:Disappointment. Doubt. Disillusionment. Despair. In…
Blessed are you,Looking at the miracle—the surprise before your eyes:That kid you prayed so hard for.The relationship you hoped would come.The feeling of family you get when you’re all together. This chest-expanding, heart-bursting, time-please-slow-down kind of love. The kind of love that you would really prefer to roll in bubble wrap.To protect them just a…
God, awaken us to the everyday miracle of a simple meal.Whether it is take-out that took a phone call,a recipe that took an entire afternoon,or the cereal-for-dinner again feeling this meal creates,bless it all. So blessed are we, sharing a meal today.May we recognize God’s goodnessin the thoughtful preparation,in the delivering,in the eating together,savoring something…
Oh God, I am done with broken systemsthat break the very peoplethey are meant to serve. Harness this anger.Channel it into worthy action and show mewhat is mine to fix and what boundaries to patrolto keep goodness in and evil out. Blessed are we who are appalledthat brute ignorance can so easily dominateover decency, honesty,…
We are saying Merry Christmasbut these are heavy days—for our struggling earth,for our countries and their leaders,our friends and families,and for ourselves. Blessed are we with eyes open to seethe world as it really is,who say: where are you God? andwhere are your people?the smart and sensible oneswho fight for goodand have the power to…
It is an astonishing thing to behold:That a seed falls, and entombed there in the damp earthit swells and cracks open, unfolding to reveala tender root searching downward,a bright shoot rising upward toward the light,becoming this material wonder we call a plant. Just so, the physical body of Jesus was entombed, hidden away,along with all…
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