I come to you with a confused humility – knowingly broken
but still standing with the bracing of power.

I wobble forward thinking I am further ahead than I am, but
still asserting and craving.

It seems like I am looking both ways as I move forward – one
eye to the kind sky and one to the shadowy earth.

But you reveal yourself in the midst…

In the midst of the bumps and challenges

In the midst of my wobbling, asserting and craving

In the midst of my schizophrenic gazing.

You show up with grace to move, grace to forgive, grace to
be forgiven

Grace to continue forward in my confused and halting
journey.

In the name of the leader of my perplexing, yet loved tribe,
Jesus, Amen