God, I am struggling to face the difficult thing I know I should do.The conversation I’ve been avoiding.The help I should have asked for months ago.The symptom I have long ignored. Oh God, help me.I am afraid to actbut afraid to admit my inactionmight be making things worse. Blessed are we who recognize thatwe are…
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…
I am rummaging through this dayin search of evidencethat tomorrow could be different. As many times as I wake updetermined to bend the futurewith each effort and expectation,my conviction evaporates by the day’s end. Lord, we are given so few chancesto direct the course of our lives.So with what little is in my control,could you…
Blessed are we, somewhere unnameable, fully present to our reality. Tracking it, with all its subtle gradations and colors and contrasts, the sweetness and the struggle, the stuck and not-quite-fitting. Authentic to it, mapping the full strangeness of the new emergent landscape. Blessed are we, dear ones, not calling it too soon. Not settling for…
(from the appropriately titled book, “Good Enough”). Now available wherever books are sold. Blessed are you, dear heart, when you feel it again. You had a moment there that felt perfect and certain and complete. Like you could taste the enoughness and satisfaction. And you thought: I could live here forever. And then . ….
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