Julie and I were talking this morning. I was saying that joy seems elusive. I've lost my passions for quilting, painting and even writing. All of our friends are getting older just as we are, some sick, some dying, most longing for relief from the mental torture and the problems of the world. All things out of our control, and I've always been fond of control. Then this afternoon I read a prayer written by #Anne Lamott ( don't know what that hash tag means, but it seemed the appropriate place), a prayer I would have written if my passion for writing hadn't waned.
I am just a mess.
It is all hopeless.
What else is new?
I would be sick of me, if I were You, but
miraculously You are not.
I know I have no control over other people's
lives, and I hate this. Yet I believe that if I
accept this and surrender, You will meet me
wherever I am.
Wow. Can this be true? If so, how is this
Thank you in advance for Your company and
You have never once let me down.