Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Prayer, August 17

Help me really come before You, Son of God.
Me with my dirty fingers, scattered mind, polluted intentions.
Sift through all this with me. I can't do everything. I certainly can't
do everything right now. But I know You want me to come to You
with everything. To submit to Your will.

I was reminded this week that harmony with You is the only beauty.
It is not some oddball, screech-to-a-stop-at-life, stunted attempt.
It is tapping into the sap, the lifeblood of the universe. It is drinking deep
each moment with a prayer of praise,
whether dressed in heavy skirts or naked in water.
It is allowing emotion, obeying honor, choosing love.


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