Old prayer for brokenness

God, Please let me back among the broken, meek, and humble. I don't know how much longer I can handle being among those who know it all, have it all together, and are unwilling to be broken, uncomfortable and bedraggled. Please let me be back in a place where it is okay to be bedraggled, ruffled, confused, and searching. Back in a place where we believe you reach down in our discomfort and humility and embrace us.

My heart aches for brokenness and the freedom to be such.

* I found this prayer in an old journal. Perhaps you are praying a similar prayer today.

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This is for the wounded birdswhose lives esculate the broken airways over the waves of dispair.

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this one is for the growing trees whose leaves breathe deep my exhaust and reach toward the sky to spite

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this is for the bedraggled friends whose life is a constant coffee spill staining your shirt in a way...

that? works?

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this one is for the hopeless plastic sack whose weightlessness floats aimlessly in simplistic beauty none can match

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