# Living Psalm 16_Davies
Everything that I am, I am because of you O God.
All the places of my joy and goodness are from you.

And the rest, well….

Protect Me from Myself, my inner cantankerous soul.
Honestly, God, I could bitch all day about how they’re doing it wrong.
Their lifting of bad theologies and stupid governments.
Their cognitive dissonance and general ambivalence. 
How they let it get this far.
 
Some of these bills on the docket, holy shit, God, they TERRIFY me.
Anyway, like I said, Protect Me from Myself, God. (and from those Bills.)
Help me see people as Beloved by You.  Even when.  (rolls eyes) all that.
 
I mean, all the reasons why I am who I am, the privileges, the choice points I didn’t have to make, that’s all from You.
I bless you who continuously pushes me to Do My Own Work and use what you’ve given me, Who you’ve created me to be, in service to the liberation of all.
DARE I SAY- you’ve even given me a gift of anxiety. Up all night thinking of how to change the world.
(Help me turn that worry to action, every day.)
 
I rest in you.  Even through all this nonsense.  I rest in you, and I can find joy.
I can calm my breathing, slow my heart, believe in Your Goodness.
Join alongside they who show a Way to peace.
 
You show me that there is hope, that my baby can grow into a world that is even just marginally better.
After all, that’s faith—isn’t it?