An Honest Prayer …

Oh Lord, teach me to see this town with loving eyes …

when the snow lies clean on every limb,
and when it clogs the sidewalk, soot-scuffed black.

when I am surrounded by ones I love,
and when I am trudging the white trail alone.

when I am surrounded and still alone —
give me love, then most of all.

Teach me to see this town with loving eyes.



  1. But, you do see the town with loving eyes, just perhaps not quite your thing.

    I struggle with this problem daily: I love my home, but I do not love my town; do I settle in and accept my ‘fate’ (I have to for now as my husband works here) and pour all my love into this home, or do I put more effort into actively searching for a retirement place (which includes outside of my property) that will feel like home too? Is there such a place anyway?
    When retirement comes we will decide; in the meantime I never feel settled. And it has been too long.

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    1. Thank you for these words!! I *do* love it, but loving a place is like loving a person; there are always some hard days. I’m learning to store up gratitude for when I need it most. 🙂 And I *so* get where you’re coming from about your own home. Life is a tricky balance of contentment vs. the need to push forward and grow. You’re making your curret home look lovely in the meantime. 🙂 I love seeing it through your lens!!

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