“My God, my God, why have you forsaken us? Why are you so far from saving us, so far from the words of our groaning?* These are some of the few words I can find right now. I know that the terrorism in France is not about God forsaking us. But like the Psalmist did, throwing those words at God keeps the pathways open. God can handle it.

My prayer below is a release of feelings. The words are mostly about my fear and powerlessness with a smattering of love and hope thrown in. As someone who lives in her head, it’s important for me to pay attention to my heart and gut and quit the constant analysis. I think it was Richard Rohr who said, “What gets buried gets buried alive.”

*Variation on Psalm 22:1 NIV