Bless you, you big hearted one.You who always show up or stay late or offer to bring dessert.You who are the first to volunteer or drop off dinner or help them move.(Really… when do we age out of helping people move? Asking for a friend.) You offer a gift of love that doesn’t keep scoreand…
God, I’m fumbling around for answers, reasons, meaning. I can’t find any purpose in this pain.Why me?Why them?Why now? I don’t know when this is going to get better. Or if I will ever feel relief. Blessed are we who need to be remindedthat there are some things we can fix…and some things we can’t. Blessed are…
Sometimes bodies or minds come undoneand you are carried by a caregiver (often literally).Whether you wanted this or not,you have been given the great gift of a Witness Bearer(or Med Tracker or Insurance Battler or More-Ice-Chips-Please Fetcher). But other times,you haven’t found a partner.Or you never married. Or they left.Or your person died.Or you feel…
Blessed are we, living in this small space, in these bodies we now inhabit, within the walls of circumstance, in these short years and finite strength, and with these eyes that see only so far. We are fragile, contingent beings. Yet blessed are we, recognizing that it is our limits as well as our gifts…
Blessed are we who see the impossibilityof solving today.It can’t be done. God, there are lists on listsand errands on errandsand a taste, like tin in our mouths,of the unfinishedness—the imperfectability—of our lives. Are we counting items instead of knowing what counts? God, help us live here,seeing the whole truth of what is. Blessed are…
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, 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, resisting the urge to reframe. You who are sick and tired of silver linings. Blessed are you, speaking honestly about what is right in front of you: This is hard. Things might not get better. This really has gone horribly. There may not be a different way. You who risk honesty, especially when the world around us…
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…
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…
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, friend, sitting among the shards of what could have been. It is broken now, that dream you loved, and it has spilled out all over the ground. Blessed are you, dear one, letting your eyes look around and remember all the hope your dream once contained. All the love. All the beauty….
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