Zebra
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I'm not nearly the person I thought I'd be.
And this life is not what I would have picked.
Blessed are we who say:
God, I have come to the end
of my self-improvement.
Some things are simply not possible.
But even so, give me tasks to do.
Let me play a part in what lovely work
might yet be.
Show me how goodness grows
in the body that I now inhabit,
within the walls of circumstance,
in these short years and finite strength,
and with these eyes that only see so far.
Give me courage to imagine
that any grand work of yours
can fit in the small space that is my life.
Show me your plans.
Sign me up.
God, I have little hope for anything
more except that you can make space here
for growing.
Right here,
where the dust has settled
on the foundations
of my well-laid plans.
*****
Copyright @ 2023 by Kate Bowler and Jessica Richie
Excerpt from The Lives We Actually Have: 100 Blessings for Imperfect Days
And this life is not what I would have picked.
Blessed are we who say:
God, I have come to the end
of my self-improvement.
Some things are simply not possible.
But even so, give me tasks to do.
Let me play a part in what lovely work
might yet be.
Show me how goodness grows
in the body that I now inhabit,
within the walls of circumstance,
in these short years and finite strength,
and with these eyes that only see so far.
Give me courage to imagine
that any grand work of yours
can fit in the small space that is my life.
Show me your plans.
Sign me up.
God, I have little hope for anything
more except that you can make space here
for growing.
Right here,
where the dust has settled
on the foundations
of my well-laid plans.
*****
Copyright @ 2023 by Kate Bowler and Jessica Richie
Excerpt from The Lives We Actually Have: 100 Blessings for Imperfect Days