Gracious God, please tell me again that I do not have to be Great. Tell me that breathing my way through the day is a triumph, that kindness is sufficient, that honesty is beauty.
Good Lord, holy Mother/Father/Sister/Brother, please dwell in my overzealous shoulders and my weighty belly; please settle into my raw heart; please awaken in my womb and my toenails and my chilly hands. There are crumbs on the counter and hesitations in my mind. I know next to nothing about my future and I call into question my beliefs about my past.
I am, in fact, not the person I planned to be. Please tell me I’m still everything you dreamed of. Flick the light switch in my heart and say, “Surprise! Happy life! This is it! You’ve already made it!”
Or if not – if in reality there is no switch – sit down here next to me and let’s just breathe a while. I promise I’ll be okay if you promise the same to me.