Prayer

 

My knowledge is imperfect now; then I will know even as I am known.  Please pray these words with me.  God, I don’t know everything, even with the internet at my fingertips.  Reconnect me with my humanness, which is to say, my humble/made of soil and stardust truth in my soul.  My knowledge has gotten me where I am, but might not help me get where I want to go.  So, help me find places where my curiosity and creativity can be shared openly in this art project of life.  God, You know me fully.  My blessedness and brokenness, my faithfulness and fragility, my boneheaded-ness and beloved-ness.  I don’t know how You can love my worries and warts, but I trust that You do.  Let Your love sketch on my heart, soul, words, and life.  God, pick up the crayons and color my life with Your presence to infuse the ways that I show up.  God, continue to create within me a desire to be part of what You are up to in these days.  And when my brain starts bossing and bullying me (wants to tell me it is foolish to be playful or naïve to be loving) help my shy soul softly say to my brain, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it from here, because Your love, God, has me, holds me, heals and helps me.”  May it be so, in all manner of things today, may Your love be so.  Amen.