Those who put their hope in you

I give up and You give in and meet me in the middle. You redeem me, pull me up and remind me that you care for all your creatures.

A secret: I long to possess a deeply abiding love that reaches out even when hurt. I ache to do good work. I am sick and need you to resurrect me from this lazy boredom. I'm still afraid deep down inside.

But your love, the truest, most selfless love is the answer to all of this. When I return to my heart and its deep pulsing, I return to the quiet truth - when it's not all about me, this life is technicolor. It's full of peace and grace and struggle and the real marrow of things. It's about community.

It's time. It's time to truly return - to let go of my frustration and lack of clarity, giving up on my selfish self for a minute or a day.

I hope today to be a primed canvas, a sharply listening ear, lips primed for prayer.