God, erase my humiliation
about being stubbornly finite.
Remind me again
how all these limitations
can still be called blessed.
Blessed are my bleary eyes
and long naps.
Blessed are my scattered thoughts
and unfinished checklists.
May my mortality feel as beloved
as my efforts.
Because in all things,
I long to be yours.
— Kate Bowler and Jessica Richie, The Lives We Actually Have, p. 25
Photo: South Riding, Virginia, January 18, 2025