Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
I am battered. I am tired. Something in me deep is weary. Hold me.
I'm tired of swinging this oar against the ceaseless waves against these strong arms that pound me drown me pushing against what pushes against keeping up defending getting everything done.— Don't make me have to survive. Relieve me.
Take this uniform, this costume, this suit of adequacy. Take it away. Take this life, another's invention, this skin I hardly fit into. Strip me of all that, till there is only myself, naked and helpless and beloved lying in your hand.
Let me be you, asleep in the boat; let the storm go on on its own.
In the back of the boat, hold me, rocking, rocking, maybe even sing a little. Let me lie here and listen.
Myself, I'll lie here and listen.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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