When I was so hung-ho about my writing, and began publishing this blog, I was also more open to exploring and exposing my creative side. Five years later it seems my creativity has been pushed to the side.

I was curious about traveling back in time to my 5 year ago self, and took the opportunity to fish a some-times-but-not-often used journal out of my pack. Mixed in with meeting notes and a few to-do lists were entries from a writing workshop I attended at Earlham School of Religion in November 2017.

I guess one of the assignments was to write a prayer. Or I assigned myself the task of writing a prayer. However it happened, I have a powerful prayer penned into this occasional book. Waiting.

So almost five years later I offer this prayer a chance to live in the open. To come out of hiding – maybe like my writing. And the words still ring true.

Here it is…

Help thou my unbelief...

...for trusting that I am enough is heavy-lifting.
The layers of lies that weigh down my glory are too burdensome for me;
at least they are today.

I want to be able to believe in my worthiness,
to do this seemingly simple task of acceptance on my own.

But I find myself trapped in the muck of misinformation, 
the accumulated decay of lies told to me - and told by me - over these fifty-plus years.

May Grace abound and bend gravity.
May Light lighten and lift my spirit.
May the mirror's image clear, the reflection sharpen, into crisp focus.

So that I can - perhaps in just this eternal moment - see myself as You see me.

Maybe then I can believe.
November 4, 2017