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Lord, my life right now is a broken sidewalk.

Littered with grit, uneven and treacherous from sole to soul.

I stumble on this path, feeling uncertainty with every step forward,

Every shift of my weight.

It takes my focus from what lies ahead and keeps me from the journey.

It keeps me fighting against the process.

Help me find even ground, Oh Lord.

Keep me from stumbling through the debris of petty pieces and angry angles of the concrete under me.

Let me move with the flow of your will over the rough places underfoot

And find my way to you.

 Psalm for March

Thank you Lord, for knowing the me of me.

You who created the heavens have given me freckles.

You who shaped Adam’s clay have blessed me with curves and hollows.

My sturdy feet follow the path you have laid before me,

And I look for you in the skies and on the seas.

You weep with the worst of me: my lies, my cruelty, my self-deception.

You rejoice with the best of me: my truths, my kindnesses, my bared soul.

And while I am loved for the me of me, I strive hard, oh lord

To be the me of you.