“I Trust You, Butt…”

God, you’re more worthy
of my trust than my
burdens are of my
anxieties. Yet I often
trust the chair on which
I sit, more than the throne
from which you reign.

Being > Doing

Lord,
Most times on Instagram,
I look for the filter to
make it all seem perfect,
too often forgetting there’s
one lens that can do that,
and that you already see
me through Him.

Stained Glass Holiness

Lord, I know you can see
through my pain—the misery
of trying to look holy but
not be holy; the hypocrisy
of living like stained glass:
Beautiful on the outside,

Hiding what’s inside.

O Lord, make my pane anew:
clear, open to being opened.
And give my church some
windex to see the filth inside.

Reviews & Rearviews or In Reverse, Slowly

Faithful Father, too often
I look back on your deeds
as a driver does her rearview
mirror: a second glance,
and I forget the mile.

But this is no holy amnesia;
this is no Philippians 3:13.

Help me, Lord, to review
your works with turtle-likeness;
help me not to leave miracles
—like my conversion—in my past
unvisited; help me to quit
Indy Five Hundreding my life.

For speed is sexy, but faithfulness?
It’s a track best driven slowly.