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O persistent God, deliver me from assuming your mercy is gentle, pressure me that it may grow more human, not through the lessening of my struggles, but through an expansion go them that will undamn me and unbury my gifts. Deepen my hurt until I learn to share it and myself openly, and my needs honestly. Sharpen my fears until I name them and release the power I have locked in them and they in me. Accentuate my confusion until I shed those grandiose expectations that divert me from the small, glad gifts of the now and here and the me. Expose my shame where it shivers, crouched behind the curtains of propriety, until I can laugh at last through my common frailties and failures, laugh my way toward becoming whole Deliver me from just going through the motions and wasting everything I have which is today, a chance, a choice, my creativity, your call. O persistent God let how much it all matters pry me off dead center so if I am moved inside to tears or sighs or screams or smiles or dreams, they will be real and I will be in touch with who I am and who you are and who my sister and my brothers are. Ted Loder
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