God, meet me in the morning.
I am here and once more overwhelmed.

Please guide these stops and starts.
Meet me in your word I scarf,
barely digested,
eating not because I’m hungry but because it’s time to eat.
Trusting it to change me more than I change it.
To him who is able to do more than we ask or imagine…

I crawl to you daily and collapse on the rock,
praying for time to rewind or fast-forward.
But everywhere here
and eternally now
is always you.
So I guess I’ll join.

Here: Pittsburgh, my kitchen, the dark, the house of sleeping love, Glory Hill’s subtle sunrises and breathtaking sunsets, my slippers, my sweats.

Now: a dark Tuesday morning, just minutes before the kids’ alarm goes off, when the heat kicks on, when my pen meets paper and ink rolls out, when my chin itches and I scratch it.

When I look at the clock
Ready for breakfast
Amen.