Here I am again, Lord. I feel kind of guilty about this: I know I’m supposed to age gracefully and gratefully, but right now my heart isn’t in it. Can I be honest with you? I feel like my body is betraying me one piece at a time. How did I get so many wrinkles? Where did those brown spots on my skin come from? I didn’t sign up for purple bags under my eyes. I have no stamina anymore.... Read More
Whenever I get frustrated with people or paperwork or staring into a computer screen, Lord, I have found respite in getting outside. How marvelous, how complex, how subtle, how perfect, how beautiful is the world you made. If I crouch down close to the ground, I can see not only the flowers but the drops of dew, the bugs crawling on the ground, and the bees doing their pollinating. I can smell earth, feel the sun’s warmth, and touch the... Read More
Lord, you know that many days my smile and outward calm are only a mask. They are the mask I wear to hide what’s really going on inside me. I wish I felt like more of a success. I wish I didn’t spend so much time worrying about my looks and hating all my flaws. I wish I felt more self-confident. Here’s my guilty secret—I don’t like myself very much.
I have many dark feelings and moods. I am painfully... Read More
Lord, have I thanked you lately for my friends?
How you have blessed me with the circle of people who keep me sane. Honestly, I think I would go crazy if I didn’t have people to bounce ideas off of, talk me off the ledge, point out my foolishness, encourage me when I’m right but too timid, make me feel like I belong, help me out in a pinch, explain things to me, give me advice, and generally magnify my... Read More
I’m tired of doing all the grunt work. There. I’ve said it. I’m not proud of complaining like this, Lord, but that’s how I feel right now. It’s not so much that I resent the beautiful people who are out front. I just wish that my humbler contributions would get noticed once in a while. Is that too much to ask? Why am I so invisible? Doesn’t anybody see any value in my work?
It’s not that I’m not willing... Read More
Lord, how did you know? Do you have any idea what a lift children bring to sad and weary adults? Of course you know—you invented children.
I love to play with children. They’re too young to be cynical, evasive, and aloof. They let their feelings out immediately and blurt out whatever is on their minds. I love to teach them things (and, truth be told, love to let them teach me things). I love kissing their soft cheeks, giving them... Read More
Lord, I know you want us to pay attention. I know it’s good to be concerned, to be well-organized, to avoid being careless and heedless and thoughtless. But as you well know, I go way beyond all that. Lord, we both know that I am a worrier.
I’m not proud of that. In my better moments I trust you. In my better moments I am willing to wait for clarity and deliverance. But in my lesser moments I am afraid,... Read More
I have to admit I was worried, Lord. It was such a big challenge! I wasn’t sure if I was up to it. Remember all those prayers? Of course you do. Nothing escapes your notice or memory. It took such a long time. I admit also that I was worried. I thought maybe I was on my own. But you taught me a lot through this whole thing—you taught me patience, tenacity, and toughness. You made me wait, but you... Read More
When God needed to impress on Adam and Eve how their sinful rebellion was going to hurt their lives, he had a different message for each. To Adam (and all men) God described how work itself would become frustrating and difficult. To Eve (and all wives and mothers) God announced that their children would cause them pain.
The “Song of Simeon” has become a powerful hymn in the Christian liturgy, and its text has furnished comfort to thousands of Christian... Read More
Why do I do it? Lord, I am so sorry for what I said. If only I could put those words back behind my teeth and swallow them back down. But they’re out. Why is my tongue so loose? Why do lies come out when I know I should tell the truth? Why does gossip come out so easily when I know I should be building other people up? Why do I sound bitter so often when I know I... Read More