No, Jesus, I didn't write a prayer this morning. I guess I felt I said everything in my 1:30am rant. I read some this morning, and I journaled, and I did my prayers. And in my readings, a verse from Jeremiah jumped out at me: '[The LORD says,] let him who boasts boast in this: that he understands and knows me.'
I have come to believe that the sincere, lifelong commitment and desire given to me to achieve that very knowledge and understanding couldn't have come without its accompanying thorns. And maybe in a small way tomorrow I can become grateful even for those. My heart has learned a lot over the years, and it's mostly come from sadness, pain and loss. Joy doesn't seem to be the greatest path to knowledge and understanding; rather, it should probably be the response resulting from knowing and, in some small way, understanding you.
And I guess if I've spent my life thus far pursuing those goals, I can seek them one more day.
It was a nice Sunday. Thank you.
Amen.
