Oh Lord,
sustain me
when I am weak
when I cannot carry on.
Give me food,
safety,
rest,
the knowledge that I am enough,
that my life matters to you,
that I am not just a product of chance,
a whim of the world,
but a living daughter,
dear to your heart,
that my dreams are dear to you,
and you long as I long
for them to come into being.
How much safety there is
in this place.
It is roomy and I realise that
I cannot stray from your presence.
You are here with me,
down here in this life with me,
messy and sad as it is,
happy and glorious as it is.
And I don’t have to worry
about where my next meal
is coming from,
or whether my life adds up to very much atall,
because you open your hand
and upon it I will dance,
because you are all I need,
and you have all I need.
Rich are those who cannot be stolen from.
(Psalm 145:16)
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