A little prayer for the unraveled life

Today – when life pokes holes in my perfect plans, I will reach through the wounds and to the side of the saviour.

Today – when the threads of my sanity unravel, I will let down my hair and kiss his feet.
Today – when all I have seems to wear threadbare, I will stretch out and touch the hem of his garment.
Today – I will shed my patchwork sufficiency and weave all my loose ends into the seamless robe of Christ. 

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