I have become comfortable with the walls I have built around me.
I feel safe behind these handcrafted stones.
They are my obstacles of lack of self-love, of holding on to rules and rightness, oughts and shoulds, of failing to allow myself to fail and know the enoughness of myself.
It’s only sometimes when a crack appears and I dare to look through, that another vista appears.
I confess to the work of building obstacles that I turn to so easily.
May the lightness of love, lighten the load that I carry and place around me.
May the gift of forgiveness give me strength to clear away some of the stones.
The sacrifice of God is a contrite spirit.
In confession I take the hand of one who looks me in the eyes.

#smudgeoflove

Looking through the window of a ruined farmhouse out on Dartmoor.

Looking through the window of a ruined farmhouse out on Dartmoor.

Prayer prompt: “For thus says the high and lofty one who inhabits eternity,
whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place and also with those who are contrite and humble in spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble and to revive the heart of the contrite.” (Isaiah 57:15) posted at http://rachelhackenberg.com/blog/

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