Blurred around the edges

We are rare

Not perfect….  Mark Nepo

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O Lord

what is in a word

I means really, a word is just a word,

right?

I was thinking Lord

of the word flawed….

I hear it so much in the church

we are flawed

you are flawed

I don’t like that word Lord

for it implies you did a lousy job when you made us

as the cute little saying goes

you know, the one I really don’t like

you don’t “make no junk”

I think Lord I will use the word

wounded

or perhaps blurred instead

we are people make in your image

in whom your likeness

has been blurred

by wounds seen and unseen

Lord I believe

That your image is still there

In me

and in all those around me,

that it is still there

it is my job, O Lord

to invite my wounded child

back into the living room of my heart (thanks Thich Nhat Hanh)

where I can greet that child

and in the context of your love

accept, and heal that child

and it is my hope

that I can greet and accept

and yes, love

all the wounded children who cross my path

that I can soothe

not blame

hold their souls gently

and realize they are

a rare

not perfect

but rare and special

child of God