Dear God,
I can’t seem to pray this morning.
I can’t express my deepest longings.
Because some of those longings feel so selfish.
And some of those longings feel so impossible.
And some of those longings feel so tender, they would snag on any words meant to speak them.
I feel only contradictions right now God, (concern and numb…
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