Woe is me!
I am lost.
I’m a mess of a woman.
I’m loud and temperamental, impulsive and emotional,
I can be so very jealous and angry, selfish and lazy,
I watch too much Netflix and hate eating vegetables,
and I’m not entirely sure I brushed my teeth this morning.

I live in a mess of a world.
We worship guns and violence and systems of oppression and greed,
We play nice when we should be tossing tables,
We have wasted precious resources and polluted your gorgeous creation,
We think we can and should have it all and do it all the way we want and don’t even notice the people we crush along the way.

I’m not good enough.
And we, well, we are all together pretty terrible.

And yet,

I have seen God’s love.
Actually and really seen it, smelled it, felt it in the pit of my being.
I have received God’s grace.
I have known God’s power.
I have experienced God’s liberation.
I have touched God’s community.
I have been nudged by God’s call.

Even me.
Even imperfect, sarcastic, obnoxious, full-of-doubts me.
Even us.
Even destructive, hurtful, over-structured, far-too-greedy, so-very-tired, full-of-ourselves us.
Even messy me. Even terrible we.
Have been given a glimpse.
Of the holy, divine, and wonderful

So fly back into this place, and burn a little something on my lips,
inspire my words, fuel my actions, lift my heart,
aim my gifts and talents toward you.
Remind me that my own guilt has departed, that all our sin is already blotted out.
Say again how lovely and precious and smart and strong we are.
(Say it out loud, go ahead…)
Shout in our ears: You are my beloved ones!
Call my name and show me where to go.
Pour your story, your song, your joy into my veins.
And don’t let me quit.
Refresh my faith, renew my call, reengage my understanding, and reclaim my work.

Because I have known you.
Even messy me. Even terrible we.
And if we’ve known you, even just a little bitty bit,
How can we stop sharing your song, proclaiming your justice, living your love?

Because You.
Because even me, even we, can know you.


Send us.
Send me.


(Inspired by this week’s OT Lectionary Reading, Isaiah 6:1-8) 

The Rev. Erin Counihan serves as pastor at Oak Hill Presbyterian Church (PCUSA) in St. Louis, MO. She is a contributor to the RevGals book.

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3 thoughts on “Thursday Prayer

  1. “I’m not sure I brushed my teeth this morning…” LOVE.
    “Burn a little something on my lips” MORE LOVE.


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