Beloved…

Beloved, awaken my soul to your calming presence. AHH! I am NOT CALM!

Beloved, I have run out of words. Really, I have run out of polite words.

Beloved, I want to scream, “This f**king sucks!”,
but your people in your holy place tell me that’s not allowed.
Unbecoming of a young lady.
Not appropriate.
Not pastoral.
Not prayer.
Not good.

… Continue reading A retelling of Psalm 116: For when you can’t go on