Realizing Provision

I recently found this prayer from that other lifetime of two and a half years ago, when the little, left-over family went to Newfoundland. It was lovely and it was hard, a time of bittersweet endings and scary new beginnings and the same old struggles.

As I read it, I was struck with how much has changed and how much is as relevant as ever.

A Newfoundland Prayer:

“I love the fireweed.

I love the endless sand to walk on and dance on.

I love the happy whales.

I love the grassy cliffs.

I love that you use people who’ve gone through dark times.

I love that you know everything about me.

 I love that you created my brain, and are not surprised by it and its confusion.

I love that you wanted us, and that you long to heal this land, but also me.

Thank you.”

There isn’t so much fireweed, these days,

Nor sand. But snow works to dance on in a pinch.

I don’t know what to think about the darkness anymore, or how to reconcile the loss.

But You’re still here, knowing and carrying and not letting go and not leaving.

I’ve grown so much and I’m still confused and You’re as Rock solid as ever.

You want us. You will heal this land, and me too.

Bless you.