Lord, sometimes I feel like I’m always preparing to live but never living.
Other times I feel I’m poorly prepared,
so don’t live as well as I could and should.
I do some readying:
for a weekend out of town,
a conference at work,
a family celebration,
even death–make my will
But the one thing I don’t prepare for is you;
so you catch me unready to love or give, to pray or forgive.
Give time, Lord, and teach, during this season of readying.
cover poem from the Presbyterian Outlook, November 21,2005 issue