Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

7.24.2008

a day of prayers

I just keep finding them today. Reciting someone else's prayer is so good for the soul...

Oh yes, fix me, Jesus, fix me.
Fix me so that I can walk on a little while longer.
Fix me so that I can pray on just a little bit harder.
Fix me so that I can sing on just a little bit louder.
Fix me so that I can go on despite the pain,
The fear, the doubt, and yes, the anger,
I ask not that you take this cross from me, only that you give me the strength to continue carrying it onward `til my dying day.
Oh, fix me, Jesus, fix me.

--"Fix Me, Jesus, Fix Me" African-American Spiritual

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