Present Over Perfect

adults struggle to recover that wild courage to make and
imagine and play. And I’m learning that spiritual practice is
a reclaiming, too. I used to know how to do this kind of
prayer, when I was a child, when so many voices weren’t
yelling their bad advice at me while I prayed, telling me I’m
doing it wrong in a thousand different directions.
Here’s the thing: I might be doing it wrong, in someone
else’s view. But as I sit, my heart grows more
compassionate. My gratitude increases. I become more
humble, more thankful, less fearful. So maybe there isn’t a
wrong on this one, so long as it’s yielding a God-ward heart.
And at the end of it all, at the center of it all, that’s the whole
of who I am: this God-ward heart. Amen.