a prayer

I love this journal. I soak it in
drink down your words
and smile for you
and hurt for you
and mull over life some more.
So now I will write
I will pour the tea, or lemonade
or whatever flavor this is..

I read some of God's word
for the first time in too long, this morning was just
2 weeks late
Proverbs something said
without a talebearer,
strife ceases like a fire without wood.
I think my own journals are talebearers,
whispering out of the past
kindling me
and I whisper to them of today and my heart
perpetuates the dark.

Mother Teresa was
a woman without any darkness,
said the voice in the interview.


No secrets.
Open book.
I will stop cohorting with myself
because I need something more,
because my eyes are tired of the dark
I AM SICK OF IT
and the light is glorious!!


I have been praying for each of you--
right now I am
I lift up Eileen to you God, open her eyes to places you want her to go
and take away anxiety, fear, for you light up every place
and nothing is too hard for you.
And Talisha, bring her into your presence, send encouraging words
and bring laughter; search her heart,
prune the things you know she doesn't need
and so refresh her with life and growth and flourishing.
And Karine, hold her close to you
may she abide
just abide
like you did Jesus--and let her know you are God
she came from you
is loved by you
and goes to you in your glory.
Like a branch shooting out from a vine,
send her out into a hurt and weakened world.
Give Jaime a burden on her heart
for the lost
the hungry
the poor
and lonely;
give her a body that moves behind her
good friends with love and intimacy
so she can move further as part of the body of Christ.

This is what we are.
I thank you for these sisters,
for tying our hearts together.
God, thank you! For loving us!

ps read psalm 139