I’m starting this year worried Lord.
Worried for the health and healing of some of my favorite people.
Worried for the church I grew up in.
Wondering if some leaders will ever do unto to others
as they would like to be treated and treat women with equality.
Worried about my country
Where people actually doubt the holocaust ever happened.
And wink at a president elect who aligns with unscrupulous people
And makes fun of people who can’t help their physical attributes–
whether it’s the color of their skin, their gender
or a body twitching beyond their control.
Worried for this world.
Where strangers give their lives–not in love–but to kill others.
Where children starve and are hit with bombs.
Where refugees long for a place to rest their weary head and feet.
Worried for myself, Lord,
worried I might never publish or make art that matters.
Worried my creative ideas will stay submerged in my mind
And never even make it into the journals.
That I might fail to tell the stories You have given me to tell.
Will this new year be filled with cloudy and dark days–
Or will we see blue skies and sunshine?
Like a sunflower, I turn my eyes toward the light.
As a sonflower, I lift my eyes to you, Jesus!
Illuminate my soul! Chase away the shadows!
The earth is covered in darkness, but a great light has come!
Rise, rise, rise, Sun-of-right-doing! With healing in Your rays!
Illuminate my heart, my family, my church, my country, this world.
Let the beauty of Your character shine brightly for all to see!