Life

May God bless me with discomfort at easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships so that I may live from deep within my heart.

May God bless me with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of God’s creations so that I may work for justice, freedom, and peace.

May God bless me with tears to shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger, and war, so that I may reach out my hand to comfort and to turn their pain into joy.

And may God bless each of us with just enough foolishness to believe that we can still make a difference in the world so that we can do what others claim cannot be done to bring justice and kindness to all our children and all our neighbors.

Sr. Ruth Fox

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Stop curating your life and and start living it.

I don’t have bedspreads aligned precisely and tucked neatly. They are warm and inviting.

I don’t have Pinterest-worthy photographs of my meals. They are eaten by mouths dripping with laughter.

I don’t have designer dresses and fashion tops. I am clothed in sunshine and happiness.

I don’t have a spotless house. My loved ones feel at home.

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I want the wooden floors of my home to have a well worn path to the outdoors.

I want the shelves to have a light layer of dust to prove I have better things to do than clean.

I want the chicken to burn a little when we laugh a lot and stop watching the pan.

I want my clothes to have a hole or tear here or there because I’m swimming in the sea not the department store.

I want beauty to shine in my pictures and smiles to light the way.

I want Truth to seep from the wrinkles in my sun-beaten face.

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Life isn’t meant to be perfectly curated.

Rather, to be filled with love and joy.

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We live in grey.

‘Cause grey is not a compromise –
It is the bridge between two sides.
The shores on which our stubborn land
And restless seas collide.
Grey is not just middle ground,
It is a truce that waits to be signed.
I would even argue that, from where we stand,
It most represents the color of God’s eyes.

—Sleeping at Last