be lord,
within me to strengthen me,
without me to guard me,
beneath me to establish me,
before me to guide me,
after me to forward me,
round about me to secure me.

lancelot andrews, bishop


i awoke today with a hunger for worship, for the community of faith, for old wood pews and the hand of the priest on my forehead. i long for organ and songs we sing over and over. i need a space to weep. i need to know there are others who know the story, who sit behind and beside me and can offer their hand. i miss church. i miss the ones who gathered. i miss the moments where the spirit ran through the center of it all, blessing us with himself. i miss the times when church was the space you could grow in trust and vulnerability and stillness.


i know the spirit is with me in these times. but the truth is that there are things i cannot know on my own. and i miss.