Some days like today, sitting here on my back porch, I throw a prayer at the sky and realize how weird that is. I am so oblivious and naive to think I know how prayers work.
Why do I think my prayer to the little God in my head will find the mail box of the real, deep expansive creator of deepest time? How do I even know if the beliefs of my narrow faith are rightly aligned?! The world is so much bigger than me. And God is even bigger than that.
I look up at the green of the trees glowing in the afternoon light, with thick, dead vines winding up their trunks, and I hear the rush of cars on the street behind the house.
I pause between breaths for just a moment.
And I find solace in the fact that if there is a creator, my heart is heard by him and that is enough. I’ll do my best each day to simply obey, and trust him to take care of the rest.
Raw Spoon, 6-9-15