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Through My Eyes: A Journal
By Liz Root
Contact Liz by emailing her at liz@vagrantcafe.com
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10/14/2002
A prayer i wrote last night:
we don't even know what to call You. "God" seems insufficient. But God, well...we don't even know what to say. we're so tired of just repeating words. we're so tired of hyping you up. we don't want to fake emotion anymore. to tell you the truth, we're tired of doing all the talking and we'd just like to listen for awhile. but we're afraid. afraid that if we shut up for two seconds, you might say things we don't want to year. we're afraid of what you might ask us to give up. because we don't know your goodness. we say we love you. we say we know you love us. but most of us don't believe it. maybe a few of us have really understood it. so we've been asking for you to "show up." but be more than just in the midst of us. do more than just show up. we want more than just your presence. we'd like to get to know you. and we'd like for you to get to know us as well. we know you know all *about* us, but we really want for you and us to get to know each other. we'd like to find out what makes you happy. we'd like to know what upsets you. we'd like to know why we're here and what's to become of all of this. we'd like to be free to tell you what's on our minds. really, we'd just like to be *free.* we'd like to learn how to simply breathe. we'd like to be free to realize that we don't always have to understand everything, but to learn to rest. we feel pretty lost most of the time. set us on the right path. help us. help us with the things we don't even know we need help with. protect us from the things we don't see coming. transform us into the image of Jesus. help us to love each other, especially those different from us. show us what it really means to be the body of Christ.
- liz r.
- 10/14/2002
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