#Living Psalm 66:8-20_Davies, Easter 6, May 14, 2023 (Mother's Day/Rural Life Sunday)

(written as my 15 month old tears apart everything in my office while my attention is slightly diverted.)
  
Somehow, God, you’ve gotten me through this season.
I mean Praise be?  Only you could have…
Here I am, doing my best, even still.
 
God, you’ve tested me. 
I haven’t slept all night in years; (the baby is a toddler.)
I’ve deferred relationships, work, and literally ALL of my to-dos.
 
I used to have my hands in the dirt more:
growing things, tending bees, feeding chickens..
 
And now I’m cleaning baby poo. Or dog poo. Or cat poo.
What fresh bodily function will I clean up today?
(That is not a metaphor.)
(Well, actually, …it is.)
 
Anyway, God, you have certainly thrown lots at us.
And here we are anyway: in a place of resting, breathing, writing, being.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, source of all Wisdom.
 
So I’ll keep showing up. Keep reminding myself of your call on my life.
And double-checking alignment.
 
Everyone! Listen!
Here we are, Loving God.  (anyway.)
Loving each other (even still.)
Loving ourselves. (well, we try.)
 
And even through God is with us through the aforementioned shit,
God still loves us.
 
Imagine that.