I feel angry, God. I’m angry because _____________. I’m angry at _______________. It feels like the world is angry and I’m joining the chorus. The discordant notes jar the symphony of my soul Leaving me feeling exhausted, irritated … alone. I don’t want that. It tastes bitter. It clouds the sun. My soul is not …
So, here I am, God, With nothing to say. At least nothing that I haven’t said, confessed, or pleaded for before. Today feels like just another day, another click on the metronome. Prayer feels repetitive, unproductive, uninspiring, dare I say, boring. I have nothing creative or new or demanding or urgent to say. So how …
God, There are moments, days even, When I doubt. There, I said it out loud. Times when I wonder if all this God-stuff is real. When I look at life around me – life across the ocean and across the street – I wonder if you’re present, if you see and hear. If prayer matters. …
Jesus, In two days we mark the birth of Canada, This spectacular dominion from Atlantic to Pacific. This land, a refuge to so many fleeing war ravaged regions Itself disfigured by the ravaging of our Indigenous brothers and sisters. This land, native to so few and home to so many. Help me as I wade …
God, today I want to intentionally thank you for my body. I don’t remember the last time, if ever, I did this. Perhaps because I take this gift of flesh and blood for granted. Perhaps because I have a complicated relationship with my body: Grateful yet resentful, appreciative but critical, careful yet reckless. Thank you …
Remind me today, God, That you are a God of new beginnings, A God of resurrection Who turns graves into gardens, Who restores broken things – Broken hearts, broken lives, broken relationships, broken bodies. That from tiny seeds you grow mighty trees … And tiny shrubs with yummy fruit. Today, for me, for _____________, Would you …
God, some days, maybe today, I feel small. Small in an unseen, unappreciated, insignificant, kind of way. Small in my achievements, my influence, my impact, my worth. Such a small little nut in the cogs and wheels of life, of this world. Remind me again of why I’m here? Remind me again of your love …
God, it seems like everyone else has it all together. Everyone else has plans. Plans for the summer, for the future Plans for school, for family, for travel. Plans for retirement. Plans for dinner. God, I wish I had plans. I wish I had it all together. I do have this one plan, this one …
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