A Morning Prayer

 

Dear God,

This young morning is

Soft and

Peach and

Dusty and

Slow and

Gentle.

 

I am

Hurt and

Tear-filled and

Selfish and

Perhaps most of all

I am

Scared.

 

Afraid of what ugliness this beautiful new day might hold for me.

Afraid to trust in Your goodness.

Afraid of still not seeing results.

Afraid of deserving the hurt that I feel.

Afraid of using too many words

Or not enough.

 

This morning is

Beautiful—I am not.

 

Thank you for growing me the same way that

You grow the morning.

Slowly and gently.

You are insistent—like spreading light—

But there is a kind silkiness within your expectation

Of steadfast faith from me.

You promise perfection and completion.

(James 1:2-4)

 

Dear Lord,

You are the Spirit

And where your Spirit is,

There is

Sweet,

Beautiful

Freedom.

Degree by degree,

You reveal your glory to me.

Transform me.

(2 Corinthians 3:17-18)

 

You bring shivers to my skin,

Tears to my eyes,

Hope to my heart,

Peace to my soul.

 

The way that you bring me to you is beautiful.

I love to be with you.

I am learning that

You are all that I need

Because there are so many days when it is

Evident that really,

You are all that I have.

 

Dear God,

You are soft and patient and gentle.

Thank you.

I will keep trying.

 

 

Amen.