For Bread, Confidently, April 25 2020

Please cleanse me of my unholy ambitions and my fear of man. Of my wish to perfect myself. Please make me willing to ask for help and forgiveness. And for bread, confidently.

So Predictable, April 25 2020

Please help. So irritable. Not very eager or trusting of truth and goodness. Not very teachable.

Recalcitrance, sloth. Rebellion, which is so predictable. 

Limitations, April 21 2020

Please help me not to compare, not to complain, not to become fearful that the best years of my life are over, or that I've become less useful to You. Help me to use what You've given me, and trust You in my limitations and circumstances. 

Adaptable, April 19 2020

Relationships are so hard. I feel less and less competent to do them well, the older I get. I feel so provincial now. And like a sensitive houseplant who can't be moved, and that scares me. I want to be whole and flexible, and able to adapt. 

Well-Meaning Christian Ladies, April 18 2020

We well-meaning Christian ladies can really put our feet in our mouths. Can do such damnable harm even while we try to do good. God help us.
I know rebellion is not the answer, but I cannot live for any other human's conscience or approval. Help me. 

It is Enough for Me to Rest in You, April 5 2020

Feeling somewhat forgotten. Or in danger of it.

Imagining myself writing and recording really beautiful heart-wrenching music. Why? For Your glory? For healing people? No. So I would get attention.

Please please help me out of my stupidity and egoism.
Will I be alright? Will You make beauty through me? Will I love and be loved?
A resounding YES. So take a chill pill, chicken.

And today, help me do and think and feel whatever is right. Help me rest. Help me dwell in You, in truth, in peace. There is another level of slowing down I hardly ever reach, but which is real worship. You are enough. It is enough for me to rest in You.