Dear God,
You remember that whole “who by worrying can add a single hour to their life” thing? I could use a reminder of that right now.
I’m just rehearsing dread and practicing fear right now.
So when I start doom-casting about what might happen in days to come, remind me that this day has worries of its own.
Guide my hand to turn off the radio, my feet to walk away from my laptop, and my eyes to turn away from my phone, because none of that shit is healthy for me right now.
With your grace, may we all recoil from hot takes as from a hot flame.
And then give me the strength to do the next right thing in this life I have been given, among these people you love, in this place you created.
I guess what I’m saying is, please help me not miss the good stuff because I’m worrying about the bad stuff.
And if it’s not too much of a bother, could you, in your infinite mercy, also help everyone be on their best behavior this year at all our Thanksgiving tables? That’d be great, because more drama we do not need.
Amen.
What’s your own prayer these days?
(sometimes all I have is this mantra:
in-hale the good shit, ex-hale the bullshit)
My husband fell on October 14. I spent most of the last month in the hospital than at home. He died on November 6. One of the best gifts he gave me was forcing me to be present each day and not worry too much about the bigger picture. That was particularly helpful on November 5 and 6. Due to a now lessened income I turned off the cable, and I find myself enjoying silence more, playing with the doggies more, listening to more music, taking more walks, simply not being sucked into the world drama as much. (which is hard because I’ve always been a news junkie. ) I still care deeply, but realize I don’t have the capacity. So I’m trying to focus on each day and the people who enter it, and I’ll try to make my difference here in my little corner of Grand Junction Colorado. My soul already feels better.
Always grateful for your writing Nadia. Thank you. ❤️
And all of the people said “Amen” Thank you.