Punch holes in your fears

Fear hovers like fog.
It gathers, hesitates, stays.
We read what confirms.
See, I am right to be afraid;
I have reason to fear.

Light dims
Pulling up our covers, to
our hideout, our cocoon, our tent.
Safety suffocates…
if not self imposed,
then self-perpetuated.

Punch holes in what frightens you.
Not with fists,
but with learning,
with truth,
with prayer,
by conversation with a trusted confidante.

Pepper your fears with puncture.
Then, look through them
to what they’ve been hiding:
the life God imagines for you.

Step into it.

Finding Your Fit

Finding your fit
is like putting latex gloves on
in the dark.

One way is right.

One way is wrong.

Stick your hand in.
You’ll feel which is which
and choose the right.

The wrong doesn’t fit.

A Prayer for Our Country

I don’t let anyone tell me what to do!

Is that so?
I ask God what is right to do.
I ask others what they would do.
I ask myself what is fair to do.
Then I decide what I should do.
And I do it.

This is my prayer for our country
and its new president elect.