We must learn to discern what belongs in our hands and what does not. Are we willing to blindly grab hold of what could potentially destroy us only because we were never told the consequences? God’s sacred mark is upon the earth and pulsates within each human life. Of all the beauty we hold dear, I pray we hold more than glitter and fame. I pray we hold more than an image of fancy fun.
My topic this year is “Finding Hope in Unmet Expectations” because that’s what my book is about as well. On Fridays, I write you a poem. All the other days in October I will write short non-fiction essay or vignette for you. Each day has a different word prompt. I hope you enjoy. Today’s word prompt is WORSHIP.
Do I accept the world in all of its fury, despair, and appetite without also accepting the tranquility, affection, and harmony that stands at my doorstep when I walk outside to breathe in its life? Do I receive all the life and grace God extends to me in my calloused palms?
Support is much more than what we can buy. We can no longer buy our way out of guilt. We can no longer place money where we should place boundaries. Support is showing up and assisting the mending of our clipped wings or the clipped wings of our family and friends.
Bundled succulents of poetry hold water firm
an offering peace when the well has run dry from visitors//
When I feel there is no place in Christianity for me because of who I used to be, I remember who is my guide – He who found me at the well and offered living water.
And I wonder what of this fabric when God looks at the hem of us and wonders how we unraveled.
Here I sit in the middle of another road asking God what he needs me to do. All he whisper is, “Try.”