![]() ![]() I have made this my God box (I just mistyped God as Dog – that works, too). I like this idea.įor my birthday last week, a dear friend gave me a lovely wooden box with the tree of life and birds carved into the top. It could be anything, a glove box, a crayon box. ![]() Lamott says she has a “God box” that she puts her prayers into, then closes the lid and lets whatever universal power is out there take care of it. I can’t see where I’m going, I’m getting more lost, more afraid, more clenched. These prayers say, ‘Dear Some Something, I don’t know what I’m doing. “Most good, honest prayers remind me that I am not in charge,” she writes, “that I cannot fix anything, and that I open myself to being helped by something, some force, some friends, some something. But, she says, just uttering the simple entreaty, “help,” can shift things within us, can allow us to give over the suffering to something bigger than we are, and that can make all the difference in our ability to handle whatever we face. We all go through difficulties, and most of us will not be spared life’s harshest experiences. ![]() She had me close to tears with the first section on “Help,” because what she describes is so perfectly the human condition. ![]()
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