Please
pray this beautiful prayer/blessing from Kate Bowler with me:
a
blessing when you can’t fake it (or make it?)
I
have been propped up on my toes, peering over fences but mostly staring at the
peeling paint. Hoping has become
longing. Wanting has become needing. I
can see love everywhere but here. There is a naturalness to the way other
people experience their joys popping up like tender, spring grasses. The earth,
it seems, is always warm and autumn seedlings break open and bring life, life,
everywhere. And I chew on my lip as neighbors roll their eyes at relationships,
children, plans—gifts I would tear open like a Christmas present. What riches.
Scatter my heart like a dandelion, drifting high over these walls and setting
down, gently, where good things grow. Contentment and wonder, surprise and new
adventure, comfort in the hands of those who know love’s value and love’s cost.
Envy will be blown away by another breeze and I rest here waiting, waiting for
the blooms.
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