Saturday Prayer: Giggly Girls

For giggly girls at a slumber party. We Give Thanks To The Lord. For the innocents of young age, before boobs and boys, before objectivity. We Give Thanks To The Lord. For the opportunity to dance without judgement, where ‘girly’ can mean whatever they want. We Give Thanks To The Lord. Where no boys allowed… Read More

Saturday Prayer: Navigation

Turn right. Turn left. Turn around. Dear God, where are we going? I would love to hear from you today. Is this the right thing? The right place? Are you recalculating? You sure are taking a while, which makes me think I’ve gotten so off course that I should just stop and wait for you… Read More

Saturday Prayer: To Do

The list is long and the motivation is short. Beginning, they say, is the hardest part. Or maybe the harder part is restarting? I don’t know. It’s all hard. Where should I begin? What do I want my end result to be? Too many questions, put up or shut up. OR… I could have another… Read More

Saturday Prayer: What if…

What would happen if I didn’t do the bulletin this week? Would you feel less worshiped? What would happen if I didn’t prepare a sermon? Would you feel less worshiped? What would happen if I didn’t show up on Sunday? Would you feel less worshiped? Probably not… Probably you would be the same wonderful and… Read More

Saturday Prayer: Lucky

Today I feel lucky to be alive. Nothing happened. No near miss car crash No sad news No desperate attempts In fact, I spent most of the day in a frenzy Get out the door Drive to meetings Get frustrated by meetings Complain Laugh Drive Home Dinner Get kids to bed Breathe Lucky, thankful, whole. this is my… Read More

Saturday Prayer: The Game

The pressure mounts, O God, bases are loaded in my mind. I’ve practiced, I’ve laid out my game day best.  But today I wait.  I scurry to make sure it’s all done and pretending to rest. Today should be sabbath. But all day I fret.  “Should I say that?” “How should I say that?” “Maybe… Read More

Saturday Prayer: The Dead of Spring

   God of our lives, it’s raining, again. I mean April showers and all that, but come on? Can’t we catch a break.  I long to feel the sunshine on my face and a warm breeze.  Inspiration seems to flow so much faster when the light shines. The warm breeze reminds me of your spirit,… Read More