3/18/2023
a Saturday morning prayer
Gracious Lord,
I hold myself captive in cautious apprehension, quicksand at red flags instead of walking past them. Empathy fighting timid apathy, brittled and worn. And You bring spring, warm breezes, blooms, fresh breath. You remind over and over that seasons change, the seeds You plant in our hearts are meant to grow us slow steady closer to You. Slow and steady, empathy strengthens and steadies, standing taller, stepping forward.
Amen & amen.
