My Clenched Fists
Here is a prayer by Henri Nouwen. It speaks deeply to me because, much as I’d like to deny it, most often I do stand before God with clenched fists.
Dear God,
I am so afraid to open my clenched fists!
Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to?
Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands?
Dear God,
I am so afraid to open my clenched fists!
Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to?
Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands?
Please help me to gradually open my hands
and to discover that I am not what I own,
but what you want to give me.
and to discover that I am not what I own,
but what you want to give me.
And what you want to give me is love,
unconditional, everlasting love.
unconditional, everlasting love.
Amen.
Wonderful Helen!
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