A prayer as I begin work
Today, as I do most days, I sit down at a desk to work. This work I do is not work that I would choose if left to my passions and my convictions, but it is the work that I am paid to do, and therefore, the work that currently sustains my life.
Hopeful Signs
This morning my head feels achy and I have the slightest prick of panic in my chest and arms. I have the sense that there’s something I haven’t done that I should have done, but that’s not necessarily abnormal. I’m a practiced and competent procrastinator.
It’s Complicated (On Prayer)
At some point, I slipped out of her room and headed outside. I stood on the sidewalk in front of our house, and I started to pray. I prayed for my cousin’s life, but a lot of what my pleading focused on was sparing my mother’s pain. “God. I don’t think she can handle this. Please let him live.”