God, I feel like everything is in slow motion. I can see what is coming, all of it, but it’s hard to react in a timely manner.
The bicycle of life is barely moving, and when we hit a bump. It hits hard.
When I drop the paper or burn my hand or yell at my child, it seems insurmountable.
Because, I’m going to be honest God, I didn’t have all that much momentum to begin with–I am so reliant on the treat of the day: the good meal, the sunlight, the 20 minutes to do nothing.
And, executive function is hard to get functional. And the tea caffeine can only do so much.
And God, I’m not ready for Lent, because I’ve been trudging through Lent all year. Living with death, remembering my mortality, feeling alone. God I’m don’t wanna.
I don’t want to do Lent.
But here we are, ready for the desert, for the trudge, for the bumps. Here we are ready to celebrate life and death, once again, with you.
God, this is a prayer from the longest and slowest Lent ever. Help me not to freeze or burn out. Help me to stay compassionate and caring. Send your Holy Spirit, because we here on Earth need it.
And I know we cannot just skip to Easter God.
So, I’m praying you send us what we need, even as we find ourselves in slow motion.