Scripps Sunday- 11/7

 

for this overwhelming day

“It is the narrowness of the riverbanks,

after all, that gives strength to the river.”

—Rob Des Cotes

God, I am trying to juggle too much,

but I don’t know what else to do.

Or who else will keep everything

in the air,

if not for me.

Blessed are we who say,

Jesus, I’m taking you at your word.

I am coming to you just as I am,

burnt out, craving rest,

but still tempted to keep going

like I always do,

propelled from one task to the next

as if the earth spins because I do.

But I know, deep down,

that this is unsustainable.

Blessed are we,

quietly closing the door,

willing to fold ourselves into

this present moment.

Slow me down, God.

Place your hand upon me

and steady the racing of my heart.

Take this weight from my shoulders,

and pry these to-dos from my fingers.

Deepen my breath and still my mind

so that I can remember whose hands

really do keep the stars hung in space.

“Before the mountains were born

or you brought forth the whole world,

from everlasting to everlasting

you are God.”

—Psalm 90:2, NIV

I know by my body’s limits

and the clock’s relentless ticking

that not everything has to be done,

and not everything has to be done by me.

Blessed am I,

beginning to recognize that my edges

as well as my gifts can shape

the natural contours

of what is mine to hold,

and mine to do.

God will take care of all

that you can’t, dear one.

And you, too.