Restore

In the jumble of judging judgementalism, and arguing about grace, and parenting styles, and complementarianism vs. egalitarianism, and everything else against everyone else because they’ve been hurt and because I have to be right.

 In the jumble of religion that is a pointed javelin that I practice stabbing into my imaginary enemies. Just in case.

Remind me. Make me a list.

Of

children

vegetables

trees

the color green

the swoosh of the wind

abundant summer fruit

Lead me through rich pastures. Point out the silly sheep and the beautiful wildflowers. Let me drink from little brooks. Restore me soul.

Let me know You.