Leaning

It's dirty down here, Lord.

When I complain and I hear you say, child your strength indeed is small.

In communion,

In every mundane second of the day,

In my exhaustion when it becomes apparent - again - that

At the end of my strength I should never have used my strength at all.

I forget so easily.

See your glory for a minute

And then

bury my face in mud, because mud is everywhere and it's too much effort to lift my head.

Lift it for me.  Betroth me.  Allure me.  Dust me off. 

Jesus Christ all I want is you.  Let me lean on you, Lord.

Let me lean into you.  I've heard your arms don't get tired.

I've heard that they are everlasting.

Can I have a shoulder, Lord?  I need to lean.  

I will betroth you to me forever;
    I will betroth you in righteousness and justice,
    in love and compassion.
Hosea 2:19