‘May I be I’ is the only prayer — not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong. – e.e. cummings
I’ve tried to remain quiet for most of my life, often afraid to speak out and take up space in this world. Share the thoughts whirling around in my head? With you? No thanks. You’ll smirk or snicker or simply walk away, for sure. Safer to stay silent, or morph into whatever I think you want me to be.
As I walk this earth, I am learning more and more that while my perspective is limited, it is important and worthy of sharing. Each one of God’s children (myself included) has a unique, critical part to play in this grand narrative we call life. Only by discovering and sharing my honest self — the “I” I am tempted to conceal out of fear of rejection or abandonment — can I be fully present to give and receive true love.
Naturally wired to be a listener, I still tend to be more comfortable staying quiet. However, as I continue to venture outside of my comfort zone day by day, little by slow, my voice is gaining strength. Yours can too.
The real you speaks the language of the heart to the real me, and I listen. The real me speaks the language of the heart back to the real you, and you listen. We both learn and grow and love.
Why the title? A mentor once pointed out that many of the psalms are written with a rhythm that begins with plea and ends in praise, suggesting that life’s despair and delight flow one to another and must be held in tension. From a human perspective some situations look dismal indeed, but when we shift our eyes toward our loving Creator, we receive a new pair of glasses.
And in the midst of this mental, spiritual, and emotional melody of plea and praise, let us not forget to play.