God, I come to you as I am.It is all I have, really.And the next one I’m conscious ofwill be the same.I can feel the way I move,moment to moment,without the comfort of “solutions.”

It seems wild to me nowhow I imagined anyonce-and-for-all cure for this,or a master plan to ensurethings will work out.But, truth be told,that’s always beenmy secret hope.

So, Lord, let’s try again.I’m begging for a new plan.I want a plan that is an “unplan.”I must keep moving and planning,trying and changing,knitting my days together evenas they unravel.So can we do this together?

Remind me to pray: come Lordand quiet the worry.I step, and you steady me.I give, and you keep my hands open.I act, and you fortify me with courageto try and try and try again.

This life is uncertain, Lord,but your love is not.You tell the story of my liferegardless of how little I knowabout how it ends, except to say,you were there since the beginningand you appear on every page.