Prayer Friday

In the far away places, tucked in my soul, where I prefer to keep roped off to You, O God,
Enter in with the refreshing rain of love,
Disrupt me with the beckoning rays of sunlight to be open.
In the vulnerable, wounded, places I prefer to keep hidden,
Enter in with a renewing sense that there is nothing that keeps us separated from You, O God,
Nothing means nothing.

Not our boneheaded mistakes.
Not our less than brilliant actions.
Not when we grade our performance today as a "F" ~ for faulty and flawed and fumbling.

Open us, O God, for You are open to us.
You open Your grace through flowers.
You open Your love through words of others gently coaxing us to be ourselves.
You open Your presence through this moment right here.

You are the circle whose circumference is everywhere
And whose center is nowhere. 
Enfold us.
Hold us.
Call us back to who and whose we are this moment,
And every moment this week.

Amen.