Finding Your Conversation
Your life boils down to a conversation
that started at birth, and carries on
until the day it is over, or
until you decide you can carry it no further.
For most of us,
this conversation is like water:
trickling at times,
gushing at others, and
when it's really cold, freezing up
like a frozen pond in the midst
of a deep artic winter.
This conversation, flowing in all directions,
always finds its way back to what matters;
like why you suffer so
about your shortcomings,
or why you think
you are so unworthy of God's love.
Like all conversations, your conversation
must involve both talking and listening.
Always there must be another,
even if it's an imagined other,
for the conversation to take place.
Find your conversation—
the one in your deepest place.
Tune in to the words.
Listen first,
and once you've plugged in,
ask the hard questions:
those whose answers you fear the most.
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