Dear God, embed a spirit of rest in me so I can find peace in your plans knowing I am not in charge of holding the world together.
We ask for healing from tears we cry that none know about. For shame we have carried, whether ours or not. For painful memories brought about by loved ones and strangers.
Last Monday, I met someone who is neither a Muslim nor a Christian. I know there are many people like this globally, but I had never met a Nigerian living in Nigeria who didn't believe in organized religion.
I’m grateful to be alive today, in good health physically and mentally. I'm grateful that I'm living comfortably and not squatting. I’m grateful that I can articulate my thoughts into words.