Risen One…
I turn to you as my model of spiritual growth.
Open my entire being to your grace-filled presence,
and teach me repeatedly how to enter into my own tomb-times.
Grant trust in my ability to abide in the tomb of indecision and uncertainty,
those times when I encounter confusion and do not know
where I am going or what might happen next.
Remind me of the need for patience when I want to hurry through
the tomb of my sorrow
instead of acknowledging and tending to the
unwelcome aspects of grief residing within me.
Give me courage to enter the tomb of physical
suffering, to find inner strength by uniting with and learning
from your experience of bodily pain and the absence of relief.
Wrap your heart around my own when I
choose to reside in the tomb of the world’s growing violence.
Restore hope when my longings
for global peace disappear from view.
Be the quiet whisper of anticipated liberation
when the tomb of unshakable discouragement
robs me of my inherent gladness and enthusiasm for life.
Take my hand when I dwell in the tomb of
identity transition and am unsure of who I am.
Assure me that, no matter how I might change,
you and I are united at the core of my being.
Breathe your love into me when I experience the tomb of relationship breakage,
so that I have the bigness of heart to forgive others and
the confidence to keep on believing in myself.
Support me when I am in the tomb of doubt, and my questions of faith scare me.
Confirm my trust that you know the intention of my
heart to remain always united with you.
