O Persistent God,
deliver me from assuming your mercy is gentle.
Pressure me that I may grow more human,
not through the lessening of my struggles,
but through an expansion of them...
Deepen my hurt
until I learn to share it and myself openly,
and my needs honestly.
Sharpen my fears until I name them and release the power they have
locked in them and they in me.
Accentuate my confusion
until I shed those grandiose expectations that divert me
from the small, glad gifts of the now and the here and the me.
Expose my shame where it shivers,
crouched behind the curtains of propriety,
until I can laugh at last through my common frailties and failures,
laugh my way toward becoming whole.
Ted Loder
-Guerillas of Grace-
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