Life, too, sometimes begs forgiveness
And living it can be as much
Holding your breath
All things have their passing
But seasons too
And stages and relationships.
Their hospice, their vigil, their grief.
We should all make each other more casseroles.
And daylight, when it’s not enough to make you smile
Can still drag you out of bed.
Some days we’re all running marathons
With no finish line and achy knees.
Grace is the relays.
Stubborn and hopeful are often synonyms
And occasionally dangerous.
The Gospel truth doesn’t rely on your faith
For its existence.
It’s the other way around.
And the love of God never leaves you
Even when you want to kick it in the shin.
Especially when you want to kick it in the shin.