Everyone wants me to be angry it seems, but anger is what got me here. “I am resolving to stay soft,” I whisper quietly to myself.

Perhaps today you struggle below the surface wondering when the light will appear and I want you to know how brave you are to wait, to pause, to risk resting when it seems like others blossom, popping up all around you.

Someone wrote to me about their deconstructing and how they are thinking of risking again:

“It is so hard to feel understood by those without a similar past but also by people who have the same past but hold different beliefs than I do currently. There is lots of hiding and lots of fear.”

In response, as I’ll often do, I wrote this prayer:

Maybe today, you are feeling the pressure to spend your days doing holy things—we may think of things like prayer, singing Christian songs, and reading our Bibles—yet Jesus shows us that there is more ordinary in our holy work than what we may typically imagine.