Oh God, the calendar tells me a big day is comingand this is the first one in this new reality.I don’t know how to get through it. Show me what to do withthe memories, the traditions,the pain, and the excruciating beautyof all that was. Blessed are we who come to you, oh God,in the midst…
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…
Blessed are the noticers. The ones who see the story in its fullness. Blessed are the attend-ers. The witness-bearers. The story-holders. The ones who tiptoe to the edge right alongside us, knowing that the very act will break their heart in pieces too. Blessed are those who are amazed by a life lived in its…
Blessed are you, the sensitive one, attuned to the feelings of others.You couldn’t turn it off if you tried. Blessed are you with the emotional bandwidth to hear hard things,without fixing or minimizing or deflecting,You know the gift of presence. Blessed are you who chooses to show up without judgmentwith little gifts or small acts…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Blessed are you who see it all now. The terrible, beautiful truth that our world, our lives seem irreparably broken. And you can’t unsee it. The hungry kid. The exhausted mom. The woman who wonders if any of this is worth it. The loneliness and despair. Blessed are you who glimpse reality and don’t turn…
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, 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…
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