This prayer was originally written for and posted on revgalblogpals.org on Friday, 18 January 2019.
Holy Breath of Life-
There is a fine edge in my world.
The space before the ledge is the area wherein I acknowledge the idols in my life,
Attempts and desire for control,
Tasks that busy my day and prevent rest and stillness,
Issues that I have made my own without consulting You,
Frustrations and hurts that I feed as though they would produce nourishing fruit.
The small border of the larger space, the tiny strip, just before the very edge…
This is the space where I admit, oh so quietly, that my life has become unmanageable.
This is the space where Your air gives me enough strength in my own mouth to shape the words- I am not doing as well as I pretend to be.
I have taken up residence, now, in this tiny borderland- the territory between denial and what seems like it might be a freefall, but is more likely a float in the everlasting arms.
I am not thinking of causing myself pain, but instead wanting to dwell in a tent of honesty and hope.
Abide with me here. Send ravens with food.
Save me from times of trial.
Hear my prayer.