awful thoughts

“I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.”

                                                                                       Anne Lamott

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There are days

When I just can’t handle the news

Can’t abide the hate

Can’t respect those seekers of wealth, who make money more important that people

There are days when everyone is an idiot and an asshole

Really!

And there are days when, in my bully brain,

The biggest idiot and asshole is me.

Ah, my sweet God of love

How you must shake your head

And wish

That I could seem look for what is good

And real

And positive

In others

And in myself

This is the grand paradox that can drive us to drink

That the one who accepts us and loves us as we are

(although this one does not necessarily like where we are, and may be determined to change us)

Is the same one who asks us to accept and love those around us

Even those we hate.

So Mr Trump

So too, signers of the Nashville Statement

So too, those who would throw the vulnerable under the bus

So too, the old guy looking at me out of the mirror

You are loved

As much as possible by me

A whole lot

By

God