Blessed are you on this pain-filled day.When getting out of bed deserves an award.When you can’t remember what it feels likenot to be so aware of your own body.When you arrange your weeks around limitations or side effects. Or when you stop telling the truth altogether about how badly it hurts,how scared you are of…
O God, do you see us? Do you hear us? Our world is being torn apart and there is no relief. O God, help us! help us all!In this pandemic of pain and sickness and poverty and violence and chaos and fear,We are ALLyour tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free! God…
God, I don’t love myself, so how can anyone else? Blessed are we who say, God, maybe I can borrow some of Your mercy, as I unfold to You the unloveliness within. Maybe as I hand it all over, I can borrow some of Your gentleness and grace to use for myself, to help me…
God, we are blindsidedwhat we thought was impossible,even unthinkablehas brought us to our knees. God, things don’t make sense,the innocent still suffer,buildings still fall,families still grieve. Help us to know what to feel,what to do,how to grieve—together. Blessed are wewho let reality inthough our bodies shudder.blessed are wewho ask and wait, and ask againfor answers…
God, I don’t know how to say this any other way: this is just too much.I am in a body that needs healing, in a world that needs healing, and I am overwhelmed. O God, please start it now, the promised beautiful healing of the nations, with me in it. I can’t wait any longer. God…
O God, we have not been here before. Sorrows old and new envelop us as we grieve in this new pandemic reality, without hugs and funerals, shared jokes and fresh tears, and graveside picnics to place flowers for those long departed. God, give us comfort that is bigger than all this, and love that is…
God, I am blindsided What I thought was impossible, has shaken me to the core. My God, help me make sense of it somehow to know what to feel, what to do. God have mercy. Christ have mercy. Spirit have mercy. Blessed are we who ask and wait, and ask again. Blessed are we who…
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