I remember days when I used to pray to not wake up. I’d cry myself to sleep, hoping that the weight of the world would be lifted from what I believed to be a miserable life -until my faith was restored.
It took going through a lot of pain, slaying mental dragons, making peace with my past to be able to stand in who I am, to accept it and know that the only thing I can strive for is to do better.
Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I choose joy, happiness, kindness, love. To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.
“Good Friday is not about us trying to “get right with God.” It is about us entering the difference between God and humanity and just touching it for a moment. Touching the shimmering sadness of humanity’s insistence that we can be our own gods, that we can be pure and all-powerful.” Nadia Bolz-Weber